Matter of Love novel Chapter 822

The door was pushed open carefully. Omar came in with a bowl of porridge in his hand. He put it in front of Rona and said timidly, "Mommy, porridge."

Rona said impatiently, "Put it aside. I have something to tell you. You must remember that next time Daddy comes, you must listen to him and make him fall in love with you."

Omar was only seven years old. He was very afraid of his father. It seemed that his father didn't like him, but he didn't dare to disobey his mother. He could only nod obediently.

"Okay." Rona breathed a sigh of relief. She knew that it was not enough. She had to use the hard evidence to convince Greg. She looked at her son again and said, "Omar, Mommy will call Daddy later and ask you to do a paternity test and draw a little blood. You can't yell. Daddy will be angry and Mommy will be angry, okay? "

When Omar heard that the blood was going to be drawn, his little body trembled involuntarily. He was afraid of injection and blood drawing the most. He would be scared when he saw the bright red blood being drawn out of his body.

But Omar was more afraid that his mother would be angry. Although his heart was full of fear, he nodded obediently and said, "I see."

"Well, you go out for breakfast first. Mommy will call Daddy right now." Rona drove her son away, and then dialed the number of Greg.

"Greg, are you busy now? I have something very important to do. Are you free now? " Rona's weak voice came from.

Standing outside the room, Omar listened to his mother's soft words to that man, and he thought his mother would also talk to him in such a gentle tone. He didn't want much, and he just wanted his mother to hold him for a while, which was enough.

But Mommy would never do this to him. He also wanted to tell Mommy that there was no need to find that man. He would grow up soon and he would let Mommy live the life she wanted, but he dared not say.

Greg got up with satisfaction. Leona was so tired. Looking at the time, it was almost noon. It seemed that she was too tired to get up. Lina was taking care of Eden in the hospital, so he'd better order some take out.

Suddenly, his phone vibrated. Greg walked over and frowned involuntarily. It was from Rona.

Taking a look at the sleeping Leona, Greg walked to the balcony with the phone and said in a low voice, "Hello, Rona."

Lying on the bed, Leona opened her eyes slightly. The woman's innate intuition told her that this phone call was from the woman called Rona. There was no reason. She just thought so.

On the balcony, Greg frowned more and more as Rona said. He glanced at Leona and said, "If it's not important, let's do it this afternoon."

He kept avoiding Rona unconsciously, but his guilt made him not to ignore her. This contradiction had always made Greg helpless.

At the moment, he wanted to stay a little longer with Leona. She had lost some weight recently and looked so tired. If he didn't urge her to eat, she would definitely sleep until the afternoon.

On the other side of the phone, Rona choked with sobs. She just called the company and knew that he was not in the company. She also knew the schedule of Greg and that he didn't have an appointment with a client today. The only possibility was that he was with Leona.

She had brought her son here, but he still wanted to find that woman, which made Rona mad, but she didn't show it. She just said aggrievedly, "Well, anyway, I can't have anything important. Your matter is more important, so I won't disturb you." At last, Rona's voice was nasal as if she was suppressing her crying.

Greg was worried about her. Did she really have something important to tell him? Or was she not feeling well? Greg had always been worried about Rona's health. Even if love was gone, she was still the most important person in his heart.

"Rona, what's wrong with you? Do you feel uncomfortable? " Greg asked anxiously.

"I'm fine. Just do your own business." After saying that, Rona hung up the phone decisively. She knew how to make a man worry.

"Mommy, are you going to prepare meals?" Omar's timid voice came from behind. Just now, his mother told him that he would have lunch with his father and prepare more dishes that his father liked. He had just bought a lot of dishes.

"No." Rona refused decisively. Then she turned around and shouted as if she had remembered something, "Omar, throw away all the vegetables you bought this morning."

"But Mommy, you asked Omar to buy them, didn't you?" Omar looked at the vegetables in his hand with some pity. He liked them very much and they were very expensive. It was a pity to throw them away like this.

"Cut the crap. I told you to throw it away." Rona said in a violent voice. She had planned to have lunch with Greg today and make Greg like Omar.

But when she thought that Greg was with Leona now, she was burning with anger. He hadn't had sex with her yet. Although Greg thought that something had happened between them, only Leona knew it best. That night, Greg drank a lot and couldn't do anything.

How could she get her position back? And just now, Greg must have thought that she was not feeling well. If she guessed right, he would definitely come later.

That was why she couldn't let him see through anything. It would win Greg's sympathy.

At the door, Omar was reluctant to throw the bags of vegetables. Or he could hide them and cook them after his father left.

Otherwise, when Mommy was not at home, he could only eat rice, and these dishes were enough for him to eat several times.

But where should he hide? In the end, Omar put the vegetables under the cupboard in the kitchen so that they wouldn't be found.

After hanging up the phone, Greg came to his room and saw that Leona had her back to him. He guessed that she must have fallen asleep. He gently kissed her forehead and left the room. He asked Toby to buy some food for her and then left the villa in a hurry.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Leona opened her eyes. She guessed that he must have gone to see Rona in such a hurry. A bitter smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. She should have known the result, shouldn't she?