Chapter One hundred-thirty four

Mr. Wilde was about to answer when a knock came on the door. They both tilted their heads to the door. Just before they could utter the word come in, Mrs. Wilde walked in gazing at them.

She had her hands on her waist, silence filled the room. "May I know the reason why the both of you refused to have breakfast this morning?"

"I just didn't feel like eating anything this morning. I lost my appetite," Elara replied as she sat down on the chair close to her father.

"You didn't have an appetite right? Yet, you ate a plate of cookies right?" Mrs. Wilde raised her voice.

"That was after. I got my appetite back a few minutes later. I had to get what I was craving for," she replied, looking away.

"I see, you had to get what you were craving. That's not a problem, what about you? Is it also the same story with your daughter?" She tilted her head towards her husband.

He chuckled as he walked closer to her. "Come on, I know you are angry. But you shouldn't, your daughter and I were just bonding