CHAPTER EIGHTY: My biological daughter

After bidding the children good bye, both Vincent and Ariel got dressed and left.

In the car, Ariel stared at Vincent angrily while glaring at him with puffed cheeks.

"Darling, you keep staring at me like that, it makes me want to do things to you." Vincent laughed focusing on the road, funny how only the snow falling overnight yet it has managed to cover everywhere.

"You think this is funny? I look like a burrito." Ariel finally snapped, the man had insisted on her wearing layers and layers of coat so she will not catch a cold and now she felt like a huge burrito only without the stuffing.

"Then i bet you'll be delicious." Vincent smirked turning to look at Ariel briefly then his eyes back at the road.

The urge to laugh hit Vincent as he suddenly remembered the threat he received from Jason telling him to watch what his father said.

The little boy was apparently unhappy with the way his mother was addressed this morning.