Chapter 88

The fresh and fragrant pie had a flaky crust, plenty of filling, and an excellent texture. Ethan's eyes lit up. "It's good!" This was a hundred times better than all those fancy cuisines he had had. He picked up his spoon and quickly finished everything on his plate. "Sir, I'll have another one." Grace rested her chin on her hand while watching her son. "Little Ethan, what do you like?" Grace wanted to understand his interests and make up for lost time. "What kind of nickname did you give me?" Ethan started to blush. Seeing Ethan's embarrassment, Grace felt like teasing him. "You don't like it? How about Ethie-kins?" Ethan coughed. His face was so flushed he resembled a tomato. "I like skiing." He deliberately changed the subject. It was the first time Grace realized how cute her son actually was. "Great, let's go skiing!" "What?" Before Ethan could react, he was whisked into the car. Albert had been summoned by phone to act as their driver. The two-hour drive wasn't too l