Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law-Chapter 767 - 766 Childish Talks (2)_1

Glades Horne lay back contentedly, enjoying the care his beloved wife was lavishing on him. When he heard her soft, continuous chatter, he thought for a moment and said, "Hmm, that's a good idea. We should enroll both boys, and also Camila—three little buddies growing up together will have a great bond."

"Camila isn't your daughter, and just because you say to include her doesn't mean Rachel will agree. She's intent on raising Camila to be an elegant, noble princess," Julia glanced at him and said with a light smile.

Glades laughed heartily. "I think Rachel's already failed in that. No matter how she tries to train Camila, as soon as she's with Jimmy, all propriety goes out the window. Rachel's efforts are all in vain. Besides, true character is innate. Camila is born with that elegant quality, even though she loses it around Jimmy. At least to outsiders, she appears as a young lady of wealth."

"Even if Ruiz and Rachel agree, Mrs. Ruiz won't," Julia continued. "The old lady used to say she didn't want a daughter. When she learned Rachel was having a girl, she paid no attention to Rachel. But after Camila was born, the old lady became more doting on her than anyone. From the looks of it, she most likely wants to raise Camila to be a powerful woman."

Glades smiled and chose not to pursue the topic of Camila with his loving wife any further.

After changing his clothes, Glades Horne was in high spirits. He put one arm around Julia's shoulder and took his son's hand with the other. "Honey," he said, "it's been so long since we've been back to our little home. How about just the three of us go back tonight and enjoy the simple bliss of our family life?"

Julia smiled and nodded.

Little Ivan cheered from the side, "I want to eat the dishes Mommy makes by hand!"

Glades immediately gave his son a playful flick on the forehead and put on a stern face as he said, "Mommy has a baby sister in her belly and should not be overworked. How about Daddy cooks for you instead?"

Rubbing the spot where his father had flicked him, Ivan murmured softly, "If Daddy's the one cooking, I think I'd better eat my fill at home before going with you."

He wasn't confident in his dad's culinary skills.

Apart from some simple Western dishes, his dad's attempts at Chinese cuisine were always unappetizing. No, there was one thing he could do well: noodles. Because Mommy loved noodles, Dad had spent years secretly practicing. He finally perfected at least one dish worthy of presentation.

But he didn't like noodles, and he didn't want to eat them.

"Ha, you little rascal. You should feel lucky that Daddy is willing to cook for you. If you weren't my son, I wouldn't bother cooking for you," Glades said, mock offense clear in his voice. He had to admit his culinary skills were indeed very poor.

Ivan Horne giggled impishly, retorting, "Okay, since you're my Daddy, I, your son, will bravely accompany you. I'll force myself to eat it again. But Daddy, please make sure the rice is cooked through, and remember to distinguish between salt and sugar."

"You cheeky kid!"

Julia burst into laughter. Their son certainly wasn't giving his father any face.

The family of three headed downstairs, laughing and chatting.

After instructing the nanny not to prepare tableware for the three of them, the family drove off in Julia's black Mercedes from the Horne family villa without any bodyguards.

By the time they reached Grand Courtyard, darkness had fallen, and the lights of thousands of homes could be seen.

They drove the car into the villa. Julia got out, hurried into the house to turn on the lights, and in an instant, the entire villa lit up.

Although the couple had rarely returned to their little home in recent years, someone still came to clean it every day and open the windows for ventilation. Even the vegetables and fruits in the kitchen fridge were replaced every few days.

They could cook and eat anytime they returned without needing to shop for groceries.

Little Ivan burst into the house, rushed into the small dining room near the kitchen, climbed onto a stool at the dining table, and sat waiting to be fed.

As she came in, Julia said with a chuckle, "Son, go outside and play for now. Mommy isn't a fairy; she can't just magically whip up a meal in an instant."

Ivan blinked his eyes and didn't say a word.

Julia didn't pay him too much attention. She walked into the kitchen, tied on her apron, and prepared to start on the dinner for the family of three.

Glades was the last to come in. Seeing his beloved wife bustling about in the kitchen and their son sitting at the dining table waiting for his meal, he put on a stern face. "Ivan," he said, "how can you just sit here? You should be in there helping your Mommy." After speaking, he himself went into the kitchen, thinking of assisting Julia.

Ivan pursed his lips, then slid down from his stool and followed his father into the kitchen to help.

What help could such a little boy be? A little master, used to having everything handed to him, he didn't know how to do much.

He would "help" when his father washed the vegetables, which consisted of playing with the water.

When his father picked vegetables, he "helped" too, which meant pulling leaves and stems apart and then mixing the good and bad bits all over the place.

While Julia was busy stir-frying, she let the father and son mess around. After all, it was a meal for just the three of them, and it didn't matter if the leaves got damaged in the process.

"Ivan." Glades Horne looked at his busy wife and lovingly called his son's name.

Ivan Horne looked toward his father, who was smiling blissfully, almost with a foolish grin, his deep eyes twinkling as he listened attentively.

"In the future, you must learn from Daddy, okay? You should cherish the wife you love deeply. When she cooks, you put aside your male pride and become a good helper. That's how you truly appreciate the joy of wife and husband singing in harmony." Glades Horne spoke as if full of wisdom, educating his son to dote on his wife in the future as he did.

Ivan Horne raised an eyebrow, thought about it, and answered with an air of adult-like seriousness, "I don't want to."

What?

Both Glades Horne and Julia turned to look at their son simultaneously. He actually said he didn't want to. Could it be that their son was heartless?

"Explain your reasoning," Glades said in a low voice, his eyes taking on a touch of seriousness. He himself wasn't heartless, but his own father certainly was. Could Ivan have inherited this trait, skipping a generation and taking after his grandfather? The kind who two-timed, deeming himself passionate when in reality he was heartless.

"I want to learn from Mommy how to cook so that when I grow up and get married, I can cook for my wife myself. I don't want to be like Daddy, just helping out and not being much help," Ivan Horne answered earnestly.

Upon hearing this, Glades Horne and Julia looked at each other, then both burst into laughter. It turned out their son wasn't heartless; he was thoughtful.

One could foresee that when Ivan met the woman he loved, the extent to which he'd spoil his wife would certainly surpass that of his father, Glades Horne. Who knows which lucky girl it would be.

"Ivan, if Camila wants something to eat, would you cook it for her?" Julia asked with a smile, testing her son.

Ivan nodded without hesitation, responding, "Camila is my sister; if she wants to eat something, I, as her brother, will definitely cook it for her. Mommy always teaches Ivan to cherish his sister deeply."