Chapter 1092 Cannot Think Of Anything To Draw
Benjamin returned Ethen's gaze and walked to the side.
Ethen hastily followed and reported the work progress at the office to the man.
While listening, Benjamin shot daggers at Bradley. Bradley was promptly stunned upon
meeting his icy gaze.
He hastily made up an excuse, saying, “Just rest, Boss! I'll go and look in on the kids!”
“Sure.” Arissa eyed him for a moment before glancing over at Ethen. “Have you both had
dinner?”
“Nope. I'll have dinner in a while!” Right after saying that, Bradley scampered out.
Only then did Benjamin retract his gaze and continue talking to Ethen about work.
Arissa cast a look at the man and giggled in exasperation.
Before Bradley reached downstairs, the sextuplets stepped out of the elevator.
“You're here too, Mr. Hinton!” Zachary greeted enthusiastically and sprinted toward him.
With a smile and his eyes lit up, Bradley replied, “I've been here for a while now. I heard
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtfrom Boss that you're all keeping your grandpa company downstairs and was planning to
go and look for you when you've all come upstairs.”
All six children chortled. “Hehe! Has Mommy had dinner?”
“Probably yes. I didn't see her eating when I arrived.” Patting them on their heads, Bradley
led them back to the hospital room. “Boss, the kids have come upstairs to visit you!”
“Mommy!” At the sight of Arissa, the children were incredibly excited and exhilarated.
They all rushed toward Arissa, who was on the hospital bed. Arissa's gaze was tender
when she saw them beaming away.
“Have you all eaten?” She stroked their heads, her voice beyond gentle.
The children bobbed their heads. “We've eaten with Grandpa, Mommy. We're all full. What
about you? Have you eaten?”
“I've also eaten a while ago.” As Arissa gazed at them, they likewise stared at her
unblinkingly, very much adorable.
Warmth brimmed within her. “Do you have any homework today?”
“Nope!”
“Yes!”
Following the different responses from the children, both Arissa and Bradley were tickled
pink.
“Is it yes or no exactly?” Arissa regarded the children with mirth dancing in her eyes.
Haha, they aren't even sure whether they've got homework.
Jasper scratched the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. “Yes, I think.”
“There's homework, Mommy. The teacher told us to go home and draw a picture!” Tim
chimed in firmly.
Jesse nodded as well. “Yes, yes, Tim is right. The teacher told us to draw a picture!”
Conversely, Gavin and Zachary wore blank expressions on their faces. They were doing
something else during class, so they did not hear that.
“Then hurry up and do your homework! I'll keep you company as you draw!” Arissa urged
them to take out their sketchbooks.
The sextuplets snagged their bags, took out their sketchbooks from within, and spread
them on the hospital bed.
“Are you sure you can draw on the bed?” Arissa looked at them in amusement since the
bed was soft.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm“Yes!” All six children dipped their heads. With their drawing pens in hand, they started
drawing.
Gavin had received lessons from a professional teacher, so he had no problem drawing.
Zachary, Oliver, Jasper, and Jesse had also been taught by Arissa. Jesse, especially, was
far better at drawing than her brothers though she was not all that good at studying.
Tim, however, had never been to kindergarten and only had the teacher guiding him
recently. He held the drawing pen in hand yet did not know what to draw.
Noticing the lost look on his face and seeing that he had no idea what to draw, Arissa sat
down next to him.
“You can't think of anything to draw, Sweetheart?”
Tim stole a glance at her, blushing to the tips of his ears. “Yeah. I don't know how to draw
either.”
Arissa stroked his head smilingly. “It's okay. Just draw whatever you feel like drawing.
Follow your heart. It doesn't matter if your drawing doesn't turn out nice. They're only
great at drawing because they've practiced a lot.”
“Got it, Mommy!” Tim's dejection earlier vanished into thin air, and his eyes glowed with
excitement.
Arissa patted him lovingly before teaching him the proper way of holding the drawing pen.