The More the Merrier novel Chapter 560

Chapter 560 Being Poor

“Why don’t you put them on and find out?”

Noting the serious look on his face, Arissa skeptically took the sunglasses and put them on.

To her surprise, she could see clearly.

These weren’t regular sunglasses; they were dark, but they could easily be used at night.

She returned them to Benjamin.

I’m so ignorant.

“Sorry. Being poor has stifled my imagination,” she sighed.

Benjamin didn’t know how to respond.

Meanwhile, Zachary, Oliver, and Jasper let out another giggle.

“Do you like these sunglasses, Mommy? I’ll buy you a pair.”

Gavin looked up at her and smiled.

Arissa caressed the boy’s head. “But I don’t like wearing them at night.”

“You can wear them during the day. You looked so pretty wearing them just now, Mommy,” he gushed.

Arissa chuckled.

There was nothing more delightful than being praised by one’s own son.

“I’ll be waiting for you to buy me a pair, then!”

She couldn’t say no to such a gift.

Benjamin turned to her with knitted brows. “I have another pair in the car.”

This kid sure knows how to sweettalk his mom, huh?

Arissa cast him a glance. “I prefer one given to me by my son.”

Benjamin pursed his lips.

Gavin stifled a laugh at the sight of his father being rendered speechless.

Tim eyed the sunglasses Benjamin was wearing. Mommy does look good in them.

He then snuck a glance at Arissa. Mommy really is pretty!

Noticing the boy’s gaze, Arissa turned to him and flashed him a radiant smile.

“Yes, Mr. Graham!” The guard quickly returned to the car.

The children didn’t know what Benjamin was up to.

“Are you cold, Mr. Graham?” Jesse inquired.

“I’m not.”

Passersby began to mutter among themselves, “So, he’s not their dad? They’re not his kids?”

Benjamin’s face fell even more. Are you all blind? Can’t you see they’re the spitting image of me?

Hearing those words, Arissa turned to Benjamin in amusement, only to suppress her glee upon noticing his darkened expression.

“What do you feel like eating, Sweethearts? I’ll buy whatever you want.” She turned to the children.

“Mommy, I want ice-cream!”

“Can I get sausages?”

“Oxtail soup for me, Mommy!”

“Barbecue skewers, please!”