The More the Merrier

Chapter 1108 It Is Too Warm

"Mommy, aren't you going to play with us?" It was obvious from the sweat beading off Jasper's brow that he was having a blast.

"I don't think so. You guys should carry on without me." Zachary subsequently shot Jasper a glare. This game is too tiring for Mommy.

"Just go and play. Your mommy is unable to join in the game." Now that Benjamin had the last say, the children briefly felt that it was a shame before giving Ethen's hand a tug.

Only when Ethen gave Arissa and Benjamin a look and saw no objection did he lead the six out to play.

After putting Arissa down on the couch, he covered her thighs with a blanket.

Arissa was nonplussed over the gesture. "I'm not cold."

Why is he covering me with so many layers in this hot weather? Is he trying to kill me with the heat?

"Cover yourself or you'll catch a cold!" Benjamin tightened his grip on her.

Arissa was dumbstruck.

Sitting by her side on the couch, Benjamin fed her some snacks. "Are you hungry?"

Arissa flashed a smile at him before grabbing some with her own hand. "I'm all right."

Benjamin then poured her a glass of water and placed it on the coffee table. "I'll go check if lunch is ready."

"Mmm-hmm." Arissa continued snacking while watching the children play.

When there was no sign of Bradley, she asked Ethen, "Ethen, where's Bradley? Has he left?"

"No, he's helping out in the kitchen," Ethen answered.

Arissa grunted in acknowledgment. No wonder I didn't see him.

The moment Benjamin stepped into the kitchen, Edwin greeted him respectfully, "Mr. Graham, are you hungry? Lunch will be ready in ten minutes." "Okay." Benjamin nodded. "I'll give Issa something to snack on first."

"Mr. Graham, the soup is ready. Why don't you give her some of that instead?" Bradley suggested.

Benjamin nodded in response. "Sure. Soup it is."

The timing is perfect. Once she has finished her soup, she'll be able to have lunch.

Edwin handed Bradley a big bowl of soup and got him to serve it. "Mr. Graham, do you want to have some together with Mrs. Graham?"

"I'm fine, thank you." Benjamin wasn't hungry. He was just worried that Arissa was.

Once they prepared a bowl for him, Benjamin brought it out to the living room.

"Here, have some soup!" Benjamin blew on the soup to cool it before sampling it himself. Only then did he feed it to her. "Careful. It's hot."

"I know." Arissa took a sip to make sure it wouldn't burn her tongue before drinking it.

"It's delicious!" Her eyes lit up with a satisfied expression.

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Arissa smiled in amusement. "Do you want some?"

"You can have it first," Benjamin continued feeding her.

When the children saw Arissa having something to eat, they ran over to her side.

"Mommy, is it time for lunch?"

"Mommy, what are you having? It smells good!"

The children were all drenched in sweat.

Arissa subsequently helped them dry their sweat with a towel. "Look at how sweaty all of you are! I'm having some soup, and lunch should be ready shortly."

The children gleefully allowed her to wipe away their sweat.

"Mommy, can we drink some too?" Feeling greedy, Jesse stared intently at Arissa who nodded in response.

"Sure, you can get Mr. Whitley to serve you some."

The soup is ready anyway.

"Hurray!" the children cheered before rushing to the kitchen for some soup.

Arissa beamed as she was heartened by the children's leaving silhouettes.

"Over here," Benjamin called out before feeding Arissa more soup when she turned around.

After she drank the soup, the warm sensation in her stomach put her in a particularly good mood.

"The soup tastes pretty good. You should have some too!" She blocked Benjamin's hand so that he could try some.

After throwing her a glance, he finally took a sip.

"It's kind of sweet."

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Benjamin cocked a brow as he replied, "In that case, you should drink the soup first."

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