My Secret Billionaire Husband Chapter 2800: 2809

People say kids fear strangers, and he's one as well, yet Lucus doesn't fear him one bit.

Then why does Lucus dread Omega Huntley so much?

This isn't the first occasion he's turned down Omega's touch.

Lucus buried his face in Porter Rushbrook’s embrace, his voice coming out muffled: “Dad, Lucus wants to eat the food you make, can you cook for Lucus?”

Porter furrowed his brow, his face turning somewhat awkward: “Lucus, Dad doesn’t know how to cook. Mrs. Rowlett’s cooking is tasty, so how about we have hers? Tell her what you fancy, and she'll whip it up for you.”

“Lucus, don’t be afraid.” Porter noticed the child's anxiety, patted his head gently, and said in a soft tone, “Dad’s right here, right? We're tough guys, and tough guys stay brave. Everyone here—the uncles and aunts—all adore Lucus, and nobody's going to treat you badly.”

“So no need to fear, alright?”

Porter had never looked after a kid before.

He had no clue how to soothe a child.

He figured if he couldn't manage this little one, he'd seek tips from Joanna Lawrence.

Thankfully, his few gentle words eased the slight worry that Lucus had just shown, calming him down bit by bit.

From Porter’s arms, he raised his head, wide eyes fixed on Porter, a finger tucked in his mouth, head tilted like he was mulling over something.

Moments later, he whispered: “Dad, can I have sandwiches and fries?”

“Sandwiches and fries?”

Porter glanced over at Omega for her take: “Lucus wants sandwiches and fries, can you prepare them?”

Annie Lawrence got snubbed by Lucus once more, fueling her fury, though she couldn't let it show with all those cameras filming.

She never cared for kids to begin with.

Lucus kept putting her on the spot repeatedly, leaving her no room to keep her dignity.

Internally, she boiled with rage, silently damning the brat over and over.

Still, regardless of her inner wrath, she had to hide her real feelings while on camera.

More than that, she needed to act all kind and tolerant, slapping her warm cheek against his cold butt again.

Thus, upon hearing Porter's question, she flashed a quick smile and replied: “Fries and sandwiches? Easy peasy. Hahaha, children sure love those, alright, I'll head to the kitchen and fix them right up.”

With that, Annie hurried off to the kitchen.

Once she was gone, Porter settled back onto the sofa holding Lucus, and said: “Lucus, Dad’s got a question for you—can you tell it to me quietly?”

Lucus batted his large dark eyes, gazing at him with curiosity.

Porter inquired: “Do you not like Mrs. Rowlett?”

“Why won’t you let Mrs. Rowlett touch you?”

Lucus blinked once more, then spoke in his childish tone: “I don’t dislike Mrs. Rowlett.”

Porter grew even more intrigued: “Then why refuse her touch?”

“Because Mrs. Rowlett doesn’t like Lucus.”

“She doesn’t like Lucus? How come? Did she say so?”

“No.” Lucus shook his head, lips pursing, “Lucus just felt it.”

Porter stood there dumbfounded.

“You sensed it on your own?”

“Yes!” Lucus nodded vigorously, “Dad, you like Lucus, and Lucus knows it. Mrs. Rowlett doesn’t like Lucus, and Lucus knows that too.”

Those words left Porter utterly shocked.