Nancy took a glance at Charles, who was quietly drinking the chicken soup without raising his head.
The truth was, Charles liked hearing his son call Nancy "Mommy," but he wasn't about to comment on it.
Nancy sighed and patted Bobby's back gently. It seemed that there was nothing she could do to stop this habit of his.
"Never mind. Eat slowly, take your time," she said, handing him a bottle of water.
After taking a few sips of water, Bobby asked, "Mommy, I can call you 'Mommy' in front of others, right?"
It seemed the little boy was still worried about this.
"I don't mind, Bobby," Nancy agreed. Anyway, regardless of whether Bobby called her "Mommy" in public or not, people wouldn't stop speculating about the relationship between her and Charles. The most troublesome thing in the world was to explain the truth.
"Great! Mommy, I want to have chicken drumstick and sausage. Grandma doesn't allow me to eat them. I'll eat one, only one, okay?" Bobby said eagerly at such a loud volume
ne who's vulgar," Jay shot back and burst into laughter. However, he was getting tired of talking nonsense with this ridiculous woman.
"Hey! Where is the toilet paper?" Doris suddenly shouted.
"What? You expect me to give you toilet paper?" Jay asked impatiently.
"Of course. I need it! I don't have it here!" Doris replied.
"Fine!" Jay looked around and found a roll of toilet paper kept near the sink. With a long sigh, he grabbed it and then knocked at the cubicle door.
Doris opened the door just a crack and took the roll from him. "Thank you."
Just a few seconds after she closed the door, Jay yelled out impatiently once again, "Come out now!" At this moment, he deeply regretted bringing her here from the hospital. He should have just dropped her on the street or sent her home.
Why had he brought her to this hotel? There were so many gorgeous women waiting to spend time with him, but here he was, being stalled by this woman. This was not how he had wanted to spend the day at all!