Chapter 913 He Can Dance Any Dance

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It was Italian pasta again, this time made to Wayne Bailey's taste.

Wayne Bailey stood by her side throughout, like a clothes stand, holding Leo and watching her every move.

Whenever Anna Jadwin turned to see him, she sometimes felt very content...

As long as he was by her side, even if his brain never got better for life, she wouldn't despise him, nor would she abandon him again.

Leo's taste was quite different from Daddy's—getting more unlike by the day.

Looking at the ingredients for the Italian pasta, he picked and chose with a bit of disappointment.

"Last time I made it according to Leo's preferences, this time it's Daddy's turn, how about next time I make it your way, okay?"

"But he isn't really Daddy..."

"Leo, if one day Daddy becomes like he is, unable to speak or think... What I mean is, if he becomes more foolish, would you hate him?"