Chapter Twenty Nine

~Gunther~

I kept looking at Agathe to see if she was still mad at me. But to my dismay, she wouldn't spare me even a single glance.

She and Carlyle were both seated on my right side, appearing as though they were having their own, little world without me.

I am a bit jealous, honestly.

Breakfast was brought out in a matter of seconds after that. Looking delighted, Carlyle shrieked and clapped her hands.

"Yay! Strawberry French toast with cream! My favorite! I haven't eaten this for forever, Daddy!"

"Has mom restrained you from having this, baby?" I asked, brows raised.

"Yes, Daddy. There's a lot of food Granny Flo wouldn't let me eat back at the mansion." She pouted. "She's that cruel sometimes."

"Well, starting today, you can have this for breakfast every time you eat with me."

"Yehey!" Agathe smiled at my daughter's reaction.

"This is also your favorite, sweetheart? Wow. What a sweet coincidence."

Carlyle nodded, giggling. "Yes, Mommy. Daddy and I love to eat this for breakfa