Chapter 124 Are You a Pervert?
Frederick grumbled, but his touch got a lot softer.
Elliot watched, thinking, 'Man, he might as well be mute with that attitude!'
All because of that 'delicate' comment, Isabella didn't even thank him after he helped with the bandage.
She pouted and was about to keep chopping veggies when Dennis suddenly grabbed the knife from the cutting board.
Isabella jumped, "Dennis?"
Dennis didn't say a word, just handed the knife to Frederick.
Frederick scowled.
Seeing this, Elliot quickly took the knife from Dennis, saying, "I'll handle it."
He threw on an apron and started chopping.
Dennis just turned and headed back to his room.
Isabella stared after him, confused.
She didn't know Dennis well, but it turned out he took the knife because he was worried about her hurt hand.
Feeling a bit touched, she walked towards Dennis's room.
Elliot, noticing Isabella going into Dennis's room without getting kicked out, said, "Honestly, Dennis and Ms. Beniere are getting closer. You can tell he really cares about her now. Eric, have you noticed Dennis is doing better?"
Frederick glanced at Dennis's room but didn't say anything.
He just sat on the living room sofa, playing on his phone.
Elliot, in a good mood, kept chopping veggies.
In the kids' room, Dennis was sitting by the window, frowning at the view.
Isabella pulled up a chair and sat next to him. "Dennis, thanks for caring about me."
Dennis, like his dad, stayed aloof, frowning and ignoring her.
Isabella, feeling affectionate, tried to pat his head, but Dennis dodged.
Her hand hung in the air for a moment before she awkwardly put it down and tried to get closer. "Dennis, do you miss your mommy a lot?"
Dennis looked at her, his expression unreadable.
Isabella said, "If you have any questions about your mommy, you can ask me. I probably understand her better than your dad does."
Dennis was silent for a long time before he finally asked, "Why?"
She explained, "Because I'm a mom too, and moms get each other."
Dennis frowned, looking like he had a lot to say but didn't trust her enough to speak.
Isabella gently said, "You don't have to be so wary of me. Your dad and I don't get along, so I'm not here to replace your mom. I care about you because I have three kids about your age. They look..."
She paused, then continued, "Very similar. Seeing you is like seeing my own kids, so I really hope you're happy, just like my kids."
Dennis stayed silent.
Isabella went on, "I know you just don't like to talk. You're really smart. You know who's good to you and who isn't. You get what I'm saying, right?"
Dennis's expression softened a bit, but he still didn't speak.
Isabella had an idea, "Dennis, do you want to know what it's like to have a mom around?"
Dennis's brow furrowed tightly.
Isabella said, "If you do, just tell me. I can help."
Dennis didn't say yes or no.
He just frowned, stared at her for a long time, then turned to look out the window, deep in thought.
Isabella quietly exhaled and didn't push him further.
Dennis not refusing meant he was interested.
If Dennis agreed, she could role-play with him and get to know him better!
Dennis looked out the window, and Isabella watched him...
If Dennis didn't frown, he'd look just like Hugo and Justin.
She'd never seen Dennis smile. How could she make him smile?
Thinking of what Elliot had said, Isabella frowned again.
Elliot mentioned that Dennis had been mocked for years.
Dennis just didn't like to talk, and people teased him for being mute.
He had a psychological disorder, but others called him crazy.
Some even wished for Dennis's death because of family interests.
Thinking about the awful things Anna had said about Dennis made Isabella furious.
Some relatives are family, but some aren't even human!
"Everything will get better," Isabella suddenly said, and Dennis turned to look at her. Before he could react, Isabella pulled him into a hug!
Dennis shuddered, his breathing quickened, and his face turned red.
This was the first time he'd been hugged by a woman!
He felt a mix of nervousness and shyness.
Dennis wanted to break free, but Isabella held him too tightly. He stammered, "You..."
"Dennis, trust me, everything will get better! I'll fill your heart with sunshine, make you a healthy and lively kid! Make those who mock you, curse you, and don't want you to be well, all shut up!" Isabella said softly.
Outside the door, Frederick had his hand on the doorknob but didn't push it open.
He stood there with a complicated expression, having heard Isabella's words clearly.
Elliot was still in the kitchen and asked, "What's up?"
Frederick withdrew his hand, turned back to the kitchen, and glanced at the vegetables Elliot was chopping. "That's enough. Did you add the seasoning?"
"Not yet," said Elliot.
Frederick took off his suit jacket, rolled up his sleeves, washed his hands, and started adding the seasoning.
Elliot asked, "Not calling Ms. Beniere?"
"No."
Elliot widened his eyes, "Just the two of us?"
Frederick looked annoyed, "You can't handle it?"
"I can chop the filling because it's physical work, but making Pierogi is a skillful task. I really can't do it."
Frederick looked disdainful, "Move aside!"
Elliot fell silent.
When Isabella came out of Dennis's room, Frederick was gone, and only Elliot was busy in the kitchen.
Seeing the already made Pierogi on the counter, Isabella was surprised. "Elliot, you can make Pierogi?! That's impressive!"
Elliot smiled awkwardly, "Not me, Eric made them."
Isabella was shocked, "He can make Pierogi?"
"Yeah, Eric often cooks."
Isabella stared at the Pierogi Frederick made, which were perfectly shaped.
Then she remarked, "Who would've thought, someone with his bad temper can actually cook. I thought all he could do was scold people!"
"Over the years, Eric has had to take care of Dennis, playing both father and mother. It's not been easy."
Isabella admitted this in her heart but muttered, "You've had it tough too. With his bad temper, how do you put up with him every day? If it were me, I would've run away long ago. No way I'd stick around."
Just as Isabella finished speaking, a cold voice suddenly came from behind, "You want to follow me, but I don't want you!"
Isabella was startled and turned to see Frederick, who had just washed his hands and come out of the bathroom.
Frederick glared at her with a stern face, clearly having heard her earlier words and was unhappy.
Isabella wanted to retort, but her attention was diverted by his physique.
Probably because of making Pierogi, Frederick had taken off his suit jacket and was now wearing dark dress pants and a shirt.
The dress pants were straight and crisp, the shirt was well-tailored and of excellent fabric, with not a single wrinkle.
The shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and gathered at his elbows, the hem tucked into his pants.
He had a slim waist, long legs, and a tall, upright posture.
Frederick wasn't wearing a tie, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a prominent Adam's apple and a hint of his collarbone, making him look lazy and sexy.
His exposed forearms were strong and muscular, exuding a sense of masculinity.
Admiring beauty was human nature, and Isabella couldn't help but swallow.
Then, Frederick, with a dark face, very displeased, retorted, "Are you a pervert?"
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