The Woman From Hell
Chapter 633

Chapter 633

At five in the evening, I went to pick Munchkin up on time and brought him to the restaurant. I toldhim to g o sit at the front desk and do his homework.

When the customers at the table left, I finished cleaning the table and went to the front desk tocheck on Munchkin. He was playing rock paper scissors with the cashier lady at the front desk.

Seeing that he was constantly losing, I said to the cashier lady with a smile, "Definitely don’t goeasy on him. Don't let him think that he should have his way just because he's young."

Munchkin was upset and said while pouting his mouth, "You're too strict, Mommy."

I could not help but laugh.

Life here might not be as prosperous and luxurious as compared to Whaldorf City, but the peace wehad was utterly precious.

Munchkin was a very sensible child. For example, he would often ask me, "Mommy, do I have adaddy?"

I would return the question instead, "Do you want a daddy?"

Then, he would sensibly ask me back, "What about you, Mommy?"

I would not reply to him every time, nor would he keep asking.

On our way home from work, we would pass by a dessert store and buy some pastries we bothloved. Upon getting back home, we would sit on the sofa and watch cartoons while eating thescrumptious pastries that always tasted extraordinarily good.

Late at night, I would occasionally dream of Cecilia when she was just a child, coming to me with apile of apples in her arms during the apple season.

We would cut the apples into cubes and insert toothpicks into each piece, then sit in the courtyardeating and laughing. She would always say that she would replace a handsome prince charming in thefuture.

I woke up in the morning and touched my face, which was stained with tears.

It was another day at work. At 4.30 p.m., I finished the work at hand and got ready to pick Munchkinup.

Fred walked over and asked with a smile, "Are you going to pick Munchkin up?"

I looked at him. This man who was less than 40 years old was tall and good-looking. I nodded. "Doyou want me to pick Pumpkin up for you?"

He smiled slightly and shook his head, asking with his brows raised, "What I'm trying to say is thatwe're going in the same direction, so we might as well go together."

Fred Cullen was this restaurant's boss. When I came over to apply for a job as a waitress, he hadcuriously asked me, "Why did you come here to apply for a job a s a waitress when you graduatedfrom a prestigious university?"

I smiled faintly. "There's no distinction between noble and lowly professions. Besides, you pay avery high salary, Mr. Fred."

He raised his eyebrows and smiled. "You’re not much o f a dreamer, are you?"

It might be that we found each other familiar, and after replaceing out that we were both single parents,we grew closer to each other.

The restaurant was not his only business. He still had other work to do, hence there were somedays when h e did not have the time to pick his child up from school. Hence, he would occasionallyask for my help t o pick Pumpkin up when I picked Munchkin up.

After leaving the restaurant with Fred, he went to take the car. It was not a long drive and the carride took only ten minutes or so.

There were many parents waiting to pick their children up at the entrance of the kindergarten. Manyof them were elderly, so they all sat under a tree after standing for too long.

"There’s still another five minutes. Why don't you go over there and sit down? The sun is glaringover here."

Fred pointed to the empty seat shaded by trees.

Smiling slightly, I said, "It's fine. Five minutes isn't very long."

He smiled but did not insist on asking me to take a seat. We stood in front of the kindergarten andstarted chatting casually.

"In a few days, there’ll be an opening for an expat job i n the store with a much higher salary. Ifyou're interested, I can let the management know and make arrangements for you."