Warning My Mommy is A Savage

chapter 1726

Workers at the site quickly rushed toward Charmine upon noticing what had happened. Seeing her bloodied finger, one of them said worriedly," President Jordan, is it severe? Can I send you to the hospital?" "It's nothing." Charmine narrowed her eyes, conflicted. She simply shook her finger, shaking the blood off. She did not seem to care and continued to move.

Seeing how stubborn she was, the workers, though worried, gazed at her admiringly, still.

Compared to those who had to rest a few days after being mildly injured, President Jordan was a great leader.

One of the workers was still uneasy. After a moment of thought, he went to get plasters for her at a shop, rushing back afterward to find Charmine.

She was nowhere to be seen.

He halted and looked around suspiciously. Finally, he saw Charmine sitting on a large excavator, taking the vehicle by the wheel.

Handsome and dashing, pride graced her delicate face.

Charmine professionally handled the excavator and scooped stones of a few hundred kilograms before piling them up. Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

The workers watched on, and their admiration for her only grew. Even the men had difficulties working the excavator, while Charmine handled it so effortlessly.

Was there anything else she could do that none of them knew?

After Charmine sorted out the section, she got off the excavator coolly and modishly.

It was as if she did not want herself to rest as she headed toward a group of workers seemingly short- handed.

When the head of staff saw this, he quickly rushed over to give Charmine the plaster.

"President Jordan, please clean your wound first."

Charmine looked down to glance at her ring finger. It seemed bruised, but it no longer bled.

She looked at the staff and said, "It's nothing. I don't need this."

With that said, she continued to lift the bricks.

It was early evening when Charmine told the workers to go home while she stayed to pack up before going home.

She noticed the house opposite hers as she walked past the bamboo bridge, and her heart sank.

Although she had been telling herself that Anthony was nothing, that she could pretend that he never came, she could not help recalling the beautiful times they had in this house, sadly vacant at this moment, when she went home.

Charmine sat inside the pavilion. She fell silent for a moment as she took a deep breath, shrugged everything off as though nothing happened, and headed into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

Recalling how she spaced out this very morning, she willed herself not to fall victim to the same trance again. She prepared the ingredients and only had to cook them accordingly.

Try as she did, her head was just not in the present. The fire was set, and something smelled like it was burnt.

By the time she snapped out of her thoughts, she recalled that she was frying a dish.

Charmine quickly scooped it up, only to find that the green leaves had turned black.

She bit her lip and felt stupefied.

This was a simple task. How could she have messed it up?

She could not believe she could make a nice meal!

Charmine walked to the side and started all over again in selecting the vegetables, but a moment later, smoke rose from the pot.

By the time Charmine walked over, the pot was burnt red.

It turned out that the fire was roaring, so much so that after she took out the vegetables, she forgot to add water.

Charmine quickly added water into the pot and watched as it sizzled, boiling the water instantly.

Charmine was infuriated at what happened.

She did not like herself acting this way. i

Anthony left as he pleased. Why would she lose her mind because of him? 1

Even when he was not around, she did not care!

"Mommy!"

Amid Charmine’s frustration, Chris appeared by the kitchen’s door, asking," What do we have for lunch?"

Charmine was brought out of her thoughts and acted as though nothing happened. "It’s your favorite dish!" she replied.

"Wow!" Chris was visibly elated. "I'm excited!"

Charmine nodded. "It’ll be ready soon." "Alrighty!" Chris walked over before spotting the burnt dish instantly.

He recalled the tasteless porridge and overly salty dish in the morning, and he sighed hopelessly when a thought came to him. Sitting next to the logs, he said, "Mommy, I don't have anything to do. I'll help you make some fire."