Chapter 318

Maine stuck out her tongue. How could she be a child in front of him? She was his wife, wasn't she? Besides, although she didn't take Jimmy as her mother, she had already been pregnant. Why did she still take her as a child? He didn't allow her to ask, and she didn't ask either. Anyway, it was he who was angry, not her. After breakfast, Jimmy stroked her little head and said, "I'm going to the company." Maine nodded, "go ahead." Jimmy lowered his head and kissed her face affectionately. Maine looked at his familiar back and left the living room. Then she turned around slowly and continued to eat the delicious breakfast on the table. As soon as Jimmy left, Karla came out of the kitchen. When they met in the morning, Maine smiled and greeted, "good morning, Karla." Karla couldn't wait to come over and ask, "does the breakfast taste good? What do you like to eat? Tell mom... Tell me. I'll make it for you." Maine was eating another steamed bun, so she didn't hear what she said. She just picked up a steamed bun and said, "Karla, is this the steamed bun you made? It's delicious!" Karla bit her lips and couldn't help but suppress her impulse again. The words that were about to reach her mouth were swallowed into her stomach. "Do you like steamed buns? I'll make them for you every morning from now on?" Karla sat down next to her and stared at her little face kindly. "Isn't it too troublesome for Karla? Jimmy said that he couldn't bother you all the time. It would be bad if he said so." Like a child, she said what Jimmy had taught her seriously. Karla felt a lump in her throat and suddenly reached out her hand to touch her head. Maine turned around and saw her raising her arm. Blinking her big eyes, she asked, "Karla, what's wrong with you?" Karla's hand fell on her soft hair. "Nothing. There is a little foam on your head." Maine narrowed her eyes in embarrassment. "Oh, my hair is short and it's not easy to tie it up. I put it on when I washed my face." Karla finally withdrew her hand and looked at the table. "Why don't you eat? Don't you like it?" Maine explained in a hurry, "Oh, no, I'm a little full. I haven't tasted a lot." Karla's face slowly darkened. Maine thought that Karla's busy morning was in vain because she said she was full, so she looked lonely. So she hurriedly said, "Karla, in fact, I'm not a picky eater. I think I like all the dishes you have cooked." "Oh, our Jolie..." Maine's eyes widened. "Karla, what Jolie?" Karla was too emotional to control herself. She almost broke through her throat and said, "nothing. I just want to say that you are not picky about food. It's good that you are not picky about food." Maine drew back her neck and smiled shyly. "Jimmy is not picky about food. If he is picky, he will be unhappy." "Oh, I see." Maine nodded her head and said to Karla, "Karla, if there is nothing else, I'll go upstairs. I still want to draw today." "Drawing?" Karla seemed to have found a favor of her and asked with joy and excitement, "do you like painting?" Maine just mentioned it casually, and Karla seemed to have obtained a treasure. "Yes, I like it very much. I majored in jewelry design in college, so I have to learn how to draw." "It's good for girls to learn it, but jewelry design has never developed well in China. If you don't go abroad, it's difficult for you to live." Maine blinked at her and said, "I don't care. Karla, I'm going upstairs." Then she turned around, holding the handrail in her little hand, and was about to go upstairs. Karla, who was standing behind her, suddenly called her, "Jolie!" Maine turned around in confusion, "what?" Karla stood there, staring at her with a complicated expression. Her chest heaved slightly, as if she had some unspeakable secret. "Karla, who is Jolie?" Karla touched her right face and pulled her hair back. Her eyes flashed at a loss. "Nothing. I just feel that you and my daughter look so alike." Her voice choked with sobs. Maine was curious. She walked back and asked, "Karla, haven't you seen your daughter for a long time? Why are you crying?" Was it because Karla's daughter had been studying abroad that Karla missed her so much that she cried? Karla wiped the tears on her face and said, "yes, I haven't seen her for a long time. I miss her very much. Oh, Maine, if you don't mind, I will call you Maine, Maine from now on, right?" Maine simply nodded and said, "yes, my name is Maine." Karla looked upstairs and then looked at her injured knee. Her eyes were still red, but she said, "let me help you up." Maine didn't refuse, but was supported upstairs by Karla. When she entered the bedroom, Karla saw a huge wedding photo hanging on the white bed. Karla was slightly stunned. Maine patted the edge of the bed and said, "Karla, take a seat. Jimmy isn't at home." Maine smiled and had a good character. Karla only looked at her with loving eyes. It turned out that her daughter was so good tempered, cheerful and lively. "Is Mr. Lincoln nice to you?" Karla couldn't help but ask. Maine nodded without hesitation, "Okay, Jimmy is the best to me." Karla also nodded, speechless. She knew it was a waste of time for her to ask. But in the past few days, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Jimmy was very good to her. Karla held her hand and said expectantly, "Maine, can you show me your painting?"