The Big Shot's Movie Star Wife Is Beautiful and Sassy - C.246 - 235: Make a Deal

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Chapter 246: Chapter 235: Make a Deal

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After leaving the Court Music Academy, Kevin Clark took Charles Amos to the dessert shop.

He ordered him quite a bit of stuff and even let him eat an ice cream.

As he was eating, Kevin Clark said, ā€œCharles, Iā€™ve done so much for you today, donā€™t you think you should help me as well?ā€

A scoop of ice cream in Charlesā€™s mouth suddenly couldnā€™t be swallowed. Eyes wide open, he looked at Kevin Clark cautiously.

He had a feeling there was no such thing as a free lunch.

ā€œWhat? Donā€™t you want to help?ā€ Kevin Clark asked.

Charles swallowed the ice cream in his mouth, looked at him, and said, ā€œIf you guys get married, I have no objection.ā€ Kevin Clark raised his eyebrows, ā€œSo I passed the test?ā€ Charles pursed his lips and nodded his head.

Kevin Clark smiled. He hadnā€™t spoiled this brat for nothing.

ā€œSo, would you like to do your part and help us get married?ā€ Kevin Clark asked.

ā€œHelp how?ā€ Charles looked at him, his big eyes blinked. He hoped that this wasnā€™t about living together with them.

ā€œThereā€™s a beautiful grandmother that needs your help to come around.ā€ Kevin Clark said.

ā€œGrandmother?ā€

ā€œMy mother.ā€ Kevin Clark tried to appeal to the childā€™s sense of fairness, ā€œI took care of your mother, you take care of mine. Isnā€™t that fair?ā€

The small tuft of hair on top of Charlesā€™ head, shaken by the indoor air conditioning, fluttered about.

Doubts surfaced in his eyes. This sounded likeā€¦he was getting the short end of the stick.

Seeing his confusion, Kevin Clark laughed and said, ā€œIf you help me, Iā€™ll help you with the apprenticeship.ā€

Charles hesitated immediately. He took a bite of ice cream and thought for a moment, ā€œBut are you sure I wonā€™t make things worse?ā€

Kevin Clark didnā€™t expect him to ask this. He was slightly taken aback for a

moment, then he reassured, ā€œThe beautiful grandmother will definitely like you.

ā€œReally?ā€

ā€œYes.ā€ said, ā€œIf you get her to come around, it would alleviate one of Daisyā€™s concerns.ā€

As soon as Daisy Zane was mentioned, Charles didnā€™t hesitate and immediately agreed, ā€œOkay.ā€

Seeing him agree, Kevin Clark smiled and took a sip of water from his glass.

Since his mother already knew, he might as well tell her everything all at once.

This would alleviate Daisyā€™s worries and avoid unnecessary trouble.

Charles was going to live in the Clark family sooner or later, so they ought to find out about him sooner rather than later.

Daisy didnā€™t say it explicitly, but she cared a lot about Charles.

Even though Charles wasnā€™t related to her, he was a child she had brought up. She was worried the Clarks wouldnā€™t like Charles, that they would treat Charles poorly. What worried her the most was, if the Clarks treated Charles badly, her boyfriend would be the first to suffer.

And ultimately, the person who would be hurt the most would be Charles.

Charles was different from other children. He was wise beyond his years, with a mature mindset. He would feel that he was the reason Daisy couldnā€™t get married.

He would blame himself.

Charlesā€™s mental state was fragile, and one misstep could send him tumbling back into his reclusive shell.

Thatā€™s whyā€¦ Daisy would proceed with this cautiously.

So he had to address this concern completely.

Besides, it would be better for them to meet in person than to explain things verbally.

He knew his parents and he knew Charles.

Charles had been brought up by Daisy, he had her qualities and would surely be liked by his parents.

His parents were also very open-minded.

Yet, if he had just verbally reassured Daisy that his parents would like Charles, she might think he was merely comforting her, and not believe him.

So itā€™s better to prove it with actions. He was a hundred percent sure of this, otherwise, he wouldnā€™t have casually brought Charles here.

Most importantly, once his mother takes a liking to Charles, sheā€™d forget about scolding him.

Sheā€™d also be tired after spending nearly a day venting her anger. It was about time that anger dissipated.

ā€œWhat happened to the beautiful grandmother?ā€ Charles suddenly asked.

ā€œI angered him,ā€ Kevin Clark said lightly.

ā€œHow can you still be irritating your mother at your age,ā€ Charles Amos retorted disdainfully.

Charles gave him a ā€œyouā€™re so thoughtlessā€ look.

Kevin Clark chuckled: ā€œYouā€™re still young, you donā€™t understand. Your mom wanting to be angry at you, and you irritating her, knows no age.ā€

Charles thought about this sentence and felt as if he was being scolded.

Then Kevin Clark paused and said: ā€œBut Iā€™ve never been beaten from my childhood. ā€

Charles, whose weakness was touched:

Seeing his resentful little eyes, Kevin Clark mercilessly provoked him with a lift of his eyebrow.

Charles pressed his lips, sighed heavily in his heart. He was still a child, why wonā€™t anyone cut him some slack.

Leaving the dessert shop, Kevin Clark took Charles home.

When the car stopped in front of the Clark Manorā€™s gate, little Charles was stunned by the dazzling, palace-like building.

He dumbly followed Kevin Clark, almost tripping at the entrance by a barrier higher than his knees.

Kevin Clark held his hand and said, ā€œDonā€™t stumble.ā€ Little Charles snapped back to reality: ā€œIs this your house?ā€

ā€œYep. Have you seen it before?ā€

Charles pointed to the west: ā€œThereā€™s a holiday hotel on the mountain over there. You can see this place from the top floor. Grandpa Edwards brought me there.ā€

ā€œDo you like it?ā€

Charles nodded, looking around curiously.

After a while, they finally reached the front hall.

Just getting to the entrance, Little Charles felt a wave of repressed air rushing over him.

He gripped Kevin Clarkā€™s hand tightly.

Kevin Clark smiled down at him: ā€œItā€™s okay. Relax.ā€

The moment the two stepped into the entrance, the few silent people sitting in the front hall immediately turned to look.

Their expressions were like ā€œyouā€™re finally back, you have no idea what weā€™ve been through,ā€ and behind these expressions, they all looked ready to devour someone.

But when their eyes moved down and saw the child, the surprise and confusion instantly appeared on their faces.

ā€œSo you know to come back?ā€ Natalie Wayne didnā€™t even look at him when she heard his steps, ā€œI was about to report you missing.ā€

Charles, seeing everyone in the room looking at him, naturally leaned closer to Kevin Clark.

Elina Clark was also staring dumbfounded at this childhood.

It wasnā€™t that she hadnā€™t seen children before. She had never seen Kevin Clark holding a childā€™s hand.

Kevin Clark had found kids irritating since he was a teenager.

She only remembers Kevin Clark holding the Lane Familyā€™s oldest daughterā€™s hand when he was a child. He didnā€™t even hold Hardy Clarkā€™s hand when she was a child.

Most importantly, why does this child look somewhat like Kevin Clark?

ā€œOf course I know to return to my home,ā€ Kevin Clark laughed.

ā€œYou remember this is your home.ā€ Natalie Wayne said as she turned her head to look at him, ā€œTell me, how many days in a year do you spend at homeā€¦ in your home.ā€

Natalie Wayne saw the child by his side, her tone instantly softened, and her words stuttered.

Mainly because Charlesā€™ pair of dewy big eyes made it hard for people to be stern.

Now, everyone in the room was looking at Charles.

It seemed like a group of monsters staring at a little cub.

Kevin Clark gripped Charlesā€™ slightly sweaty little hand and said: ā€œCall out to grandma. ā€

Natalie Wayneā€™s eyes widened a bit more, looking at Charles.

Charles also looked at her, waited for two seconds, let go of Kevin Clarkā€™s hand, moved half a step forward. Then he pursed his lips, and with a slightly trembling voice, said: ā€œHello, beautiful grandma.ā€

Hearing his sweet words, Kevin Clark chuckled. The little one sure knows how to flatter..

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