Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 69 - Daddy, Who Is Lalaine (Anj‘'s POV) | was done cooking the lemon chicken and almost finishing with the salad when they entered the kitchen. | was just thinking of going to the girls to bathe them, but they were all done taking a bath and had changed into cute baby blue dresses. “How can | help?” Sky asked, going from one child to another, brushing and pulling their hair into a ponytail. “Hmm...” He murmured, looking at the result of his work, and shook his head. He peeked at what the girls were doing, and they were all busy playing Play-Doh clay. “Good job, Daddy!” | smiled, gazing at him as he stood besideto check what else he could do for dinner. “Where did you learn to take care of small girls?” | asked, teasing him as I glanced at my girls.

“When my mom left us with a little sister to take care of,” He picked up a sliced carrot and put it in his mouth.

“How's the carrot?” | asked, changing the topic when | read the sadness in his eyes. Suddenly, | wanted to ask how Olivia was, but he would wonder why | got to know his little sister.

“Mmm...” He muttered, standing behind me.

I had to tilt my head to the side to look at him, and when he slid his arms to my waist and wrapped his arms around my body, | shivered, wanting to melt in him.

“What?” | croaked that | had to clear my throat to speak again. “What's wrong with the carrot?” “Nothing,” He smiled as he rested his head on my shoulder. “I'm just wondering.” | put down the two wooden spoons | used to mix the vegetables and turned around, facing Sky. | raised my hands, making sure he was looking atas | bit the edge of the transparent disposable glove in my hand while taking it off my hands.

He chuckled, parting his lips.

“I...” he breathed out and continued, “I already placed the kids’ clothes in the washing machine, and umm... | took out your clothes inside... and “He hissed, closing his eyes and licking his lips as his eyes toldhe was on fire. He moved his head closer to my ears and whispered, “Are you wearing -” “No,” | pushed him gently and walked past him. “I'm not.” I turned to my children. “Con, wash your hands; let's have an early dinner.” They placed the clay back in the cup and ran to the sink, still chatting about their plan of what to do with the clay. Sky followedto the dining room with the platter of lemon chicken while | brought the vegetable salad. | set the table quietly, and again, he helpedplace plates and cutleries, but | would catch him stealing glances atfrom tto time. “Say it, sky. What do you want to say?” | asked, not smiling at him, nervously arranging the spoons and fork beside the plates. He shook his head, wickedly smiling at me. “Just thinking about you, Anj.

Tonight ” | crossed my arm to my chest and gave him a sullen look. “Either you behave, Mr. Mars, or we are going htonight,” | emphasized the word tonight so he would know | was serious.

“Ha?” Selene cried. “Why are we going htonight, Mommy? I like it here.” Sky kissed her head and helped her sit on the chair. “Mommy's just kidding, baby. Who's going to say grace tonight?” He asked, sitting down when all the girls were settled in their seats.

“My turn,” Lyra Helene said excitedly.

She started praying, but after a minute, Sky opened his eyes and looked at me, suppressing a burst of laughter.

“The food's getting cold,” He mouthed, but | shook my head, looking at my daughter as she finished her prayers.

| pressed my lips, stopping myself from laughing at Sky. He should be there with the girls before sleeping. Once, Anya and Dylan joined us, curious as to what was takinglong just to put my kids on the bed. She could not stop herself from laughing as she toldshe could have finished cleaning the house, and still, they were not yet done with their prayers.

After giving my daughters food, | focused on my meal, ignoring Sky while his foot kept touching my legs. He only stopped when | gripped the knife | used to cut the chicken meat. “So, what are you going to do next week?” He asked, starting a conversation with my children when he finally behaved.

“Uncle Dylan‘s bringing us to the amusement park, and he’s bringing Mom to dinner,” Leyanne said excitedly.

“Really?” Sky uttered and raised his eyebrows as he turned his gaze at me.

“Uh-huh!” Lyra Helene answered him. “I think Uncle Dylan wants to date Mommy,” she twitched her lips, not understanding the whole situation.

“Mrs. Salvador told us before that Mommy's free to date anyone because you never visit us,” Selene pouted, sighing as she shared with us her thoughts.

“Don’t believe Mrs. Salvador,” he said, picking the chicken with his fork. “Unless your Mommy doesn't likeanymore, she's free to date anyone.” My daughters went quiet for a while, and Selene turned her head to her father. “Daddy, who's Lalaine?” | stopped chewing my food and lowered my gaze, waiting for Sky to answer the question.

“Where did you hear that name?” Sky asked her as he continued to eat as if the nwas nothing to him.

“Internet. Uncle Finn let us use his smartphone, and he taught us how to use it... and umm... Leyanne searched your name, and the news said you're getting married to her.” “Baby, you don't believe everything you read on the Internet. | love your mommy,” He said, causingto raise my head and glare at him. “That's too much!” | mouthed at him, although what I really wanted to do was to scream at him.

He ignored me.

My children grinned at him when he smiled, but every cell in my body panicked. “What are you doing, Sky?” | looked at him, but he ignored me. “Who likes ice cream after this?” He smiled at my children as if | did not exist at the dining table.

“Me!” They all answered, not realizing their mother's heart was in danger.

My body jerked, startled when he grabbed my hand. “How about you, mommy? Can we eat ice cream alone later?” I only heaved a deep sigh, looked at Sky's eyes darkening in desire, and wondered what kind of ice cream we should eat that would not melt immediately.