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Chapter 1512 Asel The Wing Woman
Timothy and Asel were chatting in the bedroom when, not long after, Johanna came in carrying a tray. On it was a
bowl of pasta soup and a plate of pancakes.
Asel sniffed the air. Her gaze landed on the pancakes in the tray as she muttered, “The pancakes smell so good.”
The pancakes, made with milk and slowly fried over low heat, were fluffy, soft, and delicious. Johanna cut off a
piece of the pancake, blowing on it to cool it down before feeding Asel.
She checked the time and removed the fever-reducing patch from Timothy's forehead. Then, she tested his
temperature with the back of her hand.
Johanna had no idea that Timothy still had a hand warmer hidden in his pocket. Noticing that his forehead was still
hot, she frowned and muttered, “Didn't the shop assistant say the fever would go away as soon as it's applied?”
Why is it that Timothy's forehead and arms are still burning after such a long time?
Afraid that Johanna might call the hospital again, Timothy quickly got up from the bed and declared, “I don't feel
dizzy now. It seems that these fever-reducing patches are indeed effective. The fever might just need more time to
subside.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe glanced at the pasta soup in the tray, then turned to Johanna and asked, “Did the cook make this?”
“If not, will you refuse to eat this?” Johanna retorted.
Timothy caught the meaning in her words. He quickly picked up a fork and started eating the pasta. The pasta
noodles were a bit undercooked and lacked flavor, but for some reason, they tasted exceptionally delicious to
Timothy.
He picked up a piece of pancake. The pancake was soft and a favorite among children.
Meanwhile, Asel had finished the pancake in her hand. Seeing that there weren't many left on the plate, she
reached out to grab another.
“This is something Mommy made for me,” Timothy said, pulling her little hand aside. “Besides, I haven't had
breakfast yet. Aren't you afraid you'll be too full if you eat it?”
Asel's eyes immediately welled up with tears. She cried to Johanna, “Mommy, Daddy is bullying me.”
Timothy discovered that his daughter was far shrewder than he realized. After teaching her how to lie and play the
victim, she quickly realized how effective the tactic was and swiftly put it into practice.
She truly is my daughter, just as cheeky as I am.
Johanna was also worried that Asel might overeat, so she only broke off a small piece for her. She also told Asel that
if she ate too much now, she wouldn't be able to eat her lunch. Asel obediently nodded in agreement.
After finishing the pasta, Timothy showed his empty bowl to Johanna and praised, “Jojo, the noodles you made were
really delicious. I even drank all the soup.”
Johanna gently touched Timothy's forehead with the back of her hand again, finding it not as hot as before. It
seemed that it indeed took time for the fever to subside after applying the fever-reducing patch.
“Since you're okay, I'm heading back to the studio to work.”
“No, I still have a fever, and I'll feel uncomfortable if you leave.” He didn't dare to push his luck too far, fearing that
if Johanna saw through his little act, all his previous efforts would be in vain.
“Stay here and have lunch with Asel, then you can go back in the afternoon.”
“Asel really misses you,” Timothy added. “She keeps telling me how happy she was when you held her in your arms
when you came.”
After some thought, Johanna finally relented.
Asel was thrilled to see that her mom was going to stay and play with her. She led them both to the living room on
the first floor to play with stickers.
Every weekend, Amanda and Lucian would come over to play with Asel. The children often played that game
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmtogether.
The game involved a player who was blindfolded and, under the guidance of another person, would stick the noses
of various animals in the correct places. Each little animal came with a gift, and if the nose stickers were placed
correctly, the player got to keep the associated gift.
While Johanna was in the kitchen pouring milk for Asel, Timothy seized the opportunity to squat down and whisper a
few words to their daughter.
The clever Asel immediately knew that her dad was up to no good. She said righteously, “I don't want to be the bad
guy anymore, Daddy. You can play that role. Mommy smells so good; I want Mommy's kisses too.”
“Sweetie, how can you call this being the bad guy?” Timothy coaxed her, “What you're doing is being a little wing
woman, helping to foster Mommy and Daddy's relationship, understand?”
“I don't want to,” Asel grumbled and frowned.
Timothy attempted to negotiate with her, “If you help Daddy with this favor, Daddy will have your Uncle Tim make a
cream cake for you to eat. He can deliver it tonight. How does that sound?”
“I don't want to eat cake anymore,” Asel said, “I want to eat the pancakes made by Mommy.”
“Alright, it's settled then. Mommy will make you pancakes for lunch.” Timothy didn't expect his daughter's request
to be so simple and promptly agreed.
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