Chapter 0070

~SIERRA~

I didn’t know what to say. I looked at Gilbert, who was now in a thinking position—as if putting the pieces together.

“Please tell him, Mommy, Uncle Damian looks like him.” Ingrid held my arm. I turned to her and sweetly smiled.

“What did I tell you about people looking alike, Ingrid? It’s a coincidence,” I said, and she nodded.

"Yes, Mommy, but what I’m saying is that he looks like him just like I look like you, do you think he’s Nathan’s daddy?”

"Okay, that’s enough, let’s eat.” Nana took Ingrid and helped her to her seat. I looked down, shocked and scared to face Gilbert. “Wow, this smells delicious,” Nana said, and looked up: “Oh my God, I didn’t know you could cook.”

“Oh yes, I learned to cook because my parents were in love with food, so as soon as I turned six, they started teaching me how to cook,” Gilbert answered.

“Does that mean you will teach us how to cook once we turn six?” Ingrid, being outspoken as usual, asked. She was sitting next to me, so I turned to her