Hunt A CEO Husband For My Mommy novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Be Her Patron Saint 

Freya hoped that Daniel's dream had nothing to do with her and Austin. 

"What dream? Tell me about it." 

"I dreamed that I was a great inventor and invented many things. Everyone loved me!" Daniel said happily. 

Freya immediately breathed a sigh of relief, stroked his head, and said, "You are so smart. You will definitely do great things in the future." 

"Mommy, when I grow up, I will earn a lot of money for you." 

At this moment, a tall figure came in the door. "Inherit my company when you grow up!" 

Freya was stunned. "Does Austin decide to give the company to her son now?" She puzzled. 

"Daddy, but I'm still a little kid. When will I grow up?" Daniel asked with a downward mouth, feeling a bit inferior. 

Freya smiled and kissed his little head. "Daniel, as long as you eat more and exercise more, you will grow up." 

"Really? Then I'll eat more. I want to grow up quickly, and I want to be Mommy's patron saint." With that, Daniel looked up at his daddy and asked curiously, "Daddy, can you be Mommy's patron saint before I grow up?" 

Freya froze for a moment. Children spoke without restraint, but their words were the most touching. 

"Of course," Austin answered firmly. 

Freya's gaze fell on him. She was a little afraid to look into his eyes that fixed on her because she was afraid to read something in his eyes that she didn't want to see. 

The school where Daniel went didn't cost the parents much trouble. The school would provide breakfast for the children, so the parents only need to drop them at school.  

Austin drove her to work. When the car passed the breakfast store, Freya didn't want to eat breakfast anymore. 

"I'll get off right here and walk to the office," Freya said to him. 

"Aren't you going to have breakfast?" 

"I'll have breakfast when I get to my office." 

"But it's not nutritious." Austin frowned. 

Freya laughed a little. "I told you I'm on a diet! If I eat the same food as you, I'll have love handles around my belly in a month." 

He responded with a low voice, "I don't mind." 

Freya's smile immediately froze for a few seconds. Then she curled her lips and said, "But I do mind! If I gain some weight, I won't be able to fit into all clothes in my wardrobe. I don't want to waste any more money on new clothes!" 

"I'll buy for you." 

"No need...oh! You can put the money directly into my account! After all, I can't handle too much cash. I'll give you my card number." With that, Freya took out the paper, wrote down her bank account numbers, and handed it to him. "Here you are. Don't make the wrong number. Make sure it's my name before the money hits my account!" 

Austin took it with a sullen face as if he was owed billions of dollars. "Do you care about anything else besides money?" 

"Yes! My son!" Freya said with a laugh and pushed the door to get out of the car. 

Austin in the car was much angrier. He stepped on the accelerator and the car sped out. 

Freya knew clearly that Austin was angry, so her smug smile faded. She didn't mean to mention the money just now. 

It was just that she didn't know how to get along with him yet. 

She knew that she was getting defensive, but why? Was she afraid that she might feel something for him or fall in love with him? 

"Yes, I did. I held the microphone and asked her loudly at her wedding dinner when she would deliver the balance!" Freya laughed. 

"What? Really?" Linda covered her mouth and was about to burst out laughing. "You really had to ask that?" 

"Mmm! She tricked me into going there last night, saying that I had to do some editing. But it turned out that last night was her anniversary dinner." 

"Did she give you any trouble?" Linda asked with concern. 

Freya shook her head and gritted her teeth. "I would not let her give me a hard time again." 

Just then, the phone at Freya's desk rang, and Linda pushed the door open. Freya picked up the phone. "Hello." 

"Freya, it's me." A deep male voice came from the other end. 

As soon as Freya heard it, she could tell who was speaking. 

It was Edgar. 

"You've dialed the wrong number," Freya said coldly and pressed the button hard to hang up the phone. Damn it. What did Edgar call her for? 

Edgar on the other end of the phone didn't give up and called Freya again. Freya stared at the phone viciously. She didn't want to answer it. 

Edgar finally stopped calling Freya after calling her three times in a row. Freya gritted her teeth. At this moment, Shannon knocked on the door. Freya turned around and saw her coming in with a bouquet of fresh roses in her arms. "Freya, your suitor has sent you flowers again! It's beautiful and wonderfully fragrant!" 

Freya frowned. Who sent her flowers? Was it Austin again? 

Didn't he have anything else to do? 

Freya took the flowers over and took out the card. There was a sentence on it, and the writing was harsh and slashing, "Be your patron saint."