Mechelle's POV
"Mommy, I haven't had your cooking in ages," Marc pouted, complaining. "I'm always so tired from work, and with my illness flaring up, getting me to cook is like asking the impossible. So, it's either fast food or instant noodles at home."
*Cough cough cough...* "Marc, are you trying to expose Mommy's laziness? Aren't you afraid your Harrison will dump Mommy when he finds out?" I nearly choked on Marc's words.
Marc took Harrison's hand. "No way! Harrison has known you longer than just today." Marc's childish face lit up. "Right, Harrison?"
"Marc's right. We could always hire a maid if it comes to that," Harrison indulged, casting a loving glance my way. Since that evening they parted, he never thought he'd meet the girl he called 'Little Dumpling' again. It was five years ago on the streets of Paris when he saw a Chinese girl's wallet being snatched. He thought he was just helping a compatriot, never imagining it was an old acquaintance.
