Chapter 672 - Honey... (1/2)

L just sat watching London, who looked extremely happy washing their dishes. She glanced over and over at London's cellphone on the table, and her face became murky.

L often saw the man look happy but not like this, she thought.

When London was putting the bowls in the dishrack to drain the plates while singing and was not looking her way, L saw a message coming on the cellphone's screen. Her brows furrowed when she saw the name on the screen.

FINLAND S

[Honey, I left some clothes for Lily at the hospital. Please take them with you when you bring Lily home.]

Instantly L's c.h.e.s.t palpitated. She was enraged to see another woman acting so caring toward their baby... or even to their baby's father.

Her face turned red, and her hands crossed to her c.h.e.s.t. London, who had just finished arranging the clean plates in their place, was stunned at L's fierce expression.

He immediately wondered what else he had done in five minutes he was washing dishes that made L look at him with narrowed eyes and a dangerous glint in them?

”Why is your face like that?” asked London quietly. Inwardly, he quickly recalled the chronology of events that had taken place since they cooked together, followed by the peaceful dinner, and now this. Why did L suddenly seem angry, huh? He couldn't think of any.

L turns her chin toward London's cellphone on the table. The man took his cellphone and immediately smiled knowingly. Ah ... apparently, his mother had sent him an SMS, and L had seen it.

”What's wrong with her gifting clothes for Lily? We should appreciate people's good intentions when they give Lily gifts.”

L seemed to really dislike Finland ... Did this mean she was jealous?

That thought made London very happy.

People say jealousy is a sign of love!

Was this a sign that L had started to fall in love with him ???

”Did you and that wench had a relationship in the past???” L snorted while in a curt voice. ”Why do you keep asking me to marry you over and over again, but still let another woman call you 'Honey'?”

London was puzzled. L's logic was correct. But also wrong. First, Finland was not another woman. She was the first woman who had the right to call him 'Honey'. Second, it was only done one way, because London did not call his mother 'Honey'. His father could throw a tantrum if he dared to call his mother 'Honey'.

”Why not? You still don't want to accept my love anyway,” London defended himself. ”Or are you jealous and want me to call YOU 'Honey'? If that's the case, I don't mind. I can call you 'Honey'.”

”Good night, Honey!” exclaimed London from the kitchen. ”Sleep well.”

He listened carefully, ready to wait for the door to slam as a sign that L was angry.

There was no sound of any door slamming.

Hehe ... Does this mean I can call her 'Honey'? thought London.

***

London got his punishment because the next morning, he did not hear L's beautiful voice singing to wake him up from sleep.

Iishh ... L was really good at holding grudges, he thought bitterly. He had not set the alarm for a long time because he knew that L would always practice her singing at the same time every morning, and her voice had become a natural alarm for the man.

But this morning, it seemed like L was deliberately didn't practice her singing to punish London. The man finally woke up when the clock showed 11 am.

Gosh ... he had never woken up this late.

He hurriedly washed his face and left his room for the kitchen. L was sitting on the sofa with her arms folded on her c.h.e.s.t.