Chapter 252 Electric Scooter (Part One)

"Where are you taking me?" Archer led Aisha all the way out of the hotel and then along the busy road.

"Anywhere is okay." Archer held her hand and smiled. Never in his life had he been so happy.

He had been fidgeting for the past few days. He had thought that he remembered the wrong face while continuously searching for the right person It was the first time in his life that he felt so helpless and inept. Luckily, today, he finally found her.

"Whoa!" Aisha stared at Archer with wide-eyes as she finally recognized who he was. "I know who you are! You are Archer Song, right? An actor from Hollywood!"

"Oh? You know me?" Archer abruptly stopped and turned around to face her. "Then, do you remember our romantic kiss?" he said while smiling.

"Unfortunately no," said Aisha as she sincerely shook her head. "As an excellent reporter, of course I know you. You are a famous Hollywood star!"

"What do you think of me?" Archer bent slightly and blinked his dazzling blue eyes, which seemed brighter than the stars.

"Oh my gosh! Very handsome." Aisha's mouth hung slightly open and almost drooled at the sight of his charming face.

Archer was a little stunned. Nevertheless, he coaxed her as

silent.

After Mary had finished her words, William and the two children were left behind, looking at each other blankly.

"Mommy doesn't want to talk to us anymore." Elissa walked over and took William's hand.

"She won't tell us a story tonight," said Alick seriously.

"Well, don't worry," reassured William. He held them in his arms and walked inside. "Dad is here. I'll make Mommy happy again! Let's sleep together with Mommy tonight!"

"Dad, you can cook for Mommy," Alick suggested. "Mommy was very happy when Daddy Barry cooked for her in the past."

"Yes! The food cooked by Daddy Barry was very delicious!" Elissa agreed.

"Hey, hey," said William unhappily, "I'm also good at cooking. I'll cook for you later! It's definitely better than the food cooked by Barry!"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah! Great!"

Meanwhile, Mary had just finished showering when she heard a sound of pots and pans falling to the floor.

"Dad!"

"Dad is injured!"

Hearing the kids' screams, Mary rushed downstairs. "William!"

She ran hastily only to find the kitchen in a mess. Seeing from a distance that William was clutching his finger, Mary ran to his aid. "Are you okay? What's up? How did you get hurt?"