Chapter 90: Our New Home

"It's not a big deal, Mommy," Michael laughed, "Just remake the milk rolls if they're burnt. Don't be sad."

Anything's acceptable, as long as we don't blow up the kitchen.

Even if we blew up the kitchen, as long as Mommy isn't hurt, it's fine.

Victoria softly dried her tears and dumped the charred milk rolls into the trash can.

Thank goodness for the burnt milk rolls to cover her embarrassment. How else could she explain to her kids what had just happened between her and Hank?

She was no longer the pure, innocent mom who had never held a man's hand before... not to mention her first kiss. Uh...uh...uh.

Thinking of this made Victoria cry harder.

And he was the one who had taken advantage of her! Why did he always act like she owed him?

It was so domineering and unreasonable!

From now on, she'd ignore him, completely ignore him. Hmph!