The Year I Was the Other Woman To Myself novel Chapter 791

Natalie left immediately after giving her instructions. Marico stood there stunned, marveling at how much she actually trusted him.

"Marico, I'm hungry. What are we having for dinner?" Kristin asked, clutching her stomach.

Marico blinked. Normally, he'd still be asleep at this hour. He usually didn't wake up until eight or nine at night, at which point he'd head straight to a bar or a club, pick up a woman, hit a hotel, and go at it until dawn before sleeping the day away again.

That had been his routine for the past decade. Even after he screwed himself over and took the reins at Zenith Group, he still went to the office during the day and partied hard at night. Because of that, he was constantly arriving late, leaving early, zoning out in meetings, and dozing off at his desk.

But in this moment, it suddenly hit him: if he was going to take on the responsibility of looking after Kristin, he had to start eating and sleeping on a normal schedule.

"The kitchen here has never been used, and I don't know how to cook anyway. Let's just grab something out," Marico decided after a moment's thought.

Kristin pouted. "But Mommy says outside food is dirty. She wants me to eat at home as much as possible."

"Your mom isn't always right, you know. Look at me—I eat out every single day and I'm perfectly healthy, right?"

"Really?"

"Of course." Marico glanced around and spotted a burger joint just down the street. "Let's do burgers tonight."

"But Mommy..."

"As long as you don't say anything, and I don't say anything, your mom will never know."

Ignoring Kristin's lingering hesitation, Marico took long strides toward the restaurant. Kristin drooled a little at the thought of the food, giving up her internal struggle entirely as she hurried to catch up with him.

After gorging on fried chicken and burgers, Marico felt a familiar itch. He took Kristin for a spin through a local club, but an R-rated show was in full swing. Eyes gleaming with interest but hands tied by responsibility, he had no choice but to drag a disappointed Kristin back out.

By the time they got back to the penthouse, it was already past ten. Only then did the two of them realize she hadn't touched her homework.

"Then just skip it. Kids should just worry about having fun. What's the point of homework?"

"No way! I have to do it!"

"Nope, time for bed!"

"Wah... Kids who don't do their homework are bad kids... I don't want to be a bad kid!"

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