Chapter 877

Morgan snapped out of his daze to find that Joey had already peeled shrimp for him and Jackson. He stared at the hot food on the table. Although Joey made him lunch every day, it was nothing like the feast before him. For some reason, seeing the spread gave him a sense of belonging. "Thank you, Joey," Morgan said emphatically. He might have been married, but he never experienced the warmth of coming home to a lovingly prepared meal. Pansy had kept up her adventurous and fun-seeking spirit even after marriage. She loved drinking and clubbing with her friends and enjoyed the questionable company of male escorts. She only went home because she was exhausted and needed a place to sleep. Morgan knew that if the human body could go without sleep, Pansy would stay out all night and never return home, much less make him a meal. As for the rest of Morgan's family, they were so tied up with their work that they paid no mind to such trivial aspects of family life. It was rare when they got t