The Villain Mom Awakens — Going Viral by Parenting on a Reality Show Chapter 403 - 405: Love

Caleb Bishop shot her a warning look. "Why have you been asking such strange questions lately? Do you even rember why I agreed to co on this show with you?"

Of course Jeanette Kensington rembered. She had worn him down with endless pleading until he finally gave in. ’He indulges so much,’ she thought. ’He must love .’

"I didn’t realize you’ve gotten so fond of children again. Can’t we just get married soon and have a baby? Just thinking about the sweet scene of us living together as a family, I just..."

Jeanette Kensington didn’t finish her sentence, her cheeks flushing shyly.

"A child isn’t a cat or a dog. We need to be fully prepared before we even start planning for one. Right now, I think it’s too rushed. Let’s wait a while."

Tears welled up slightly in Jeanette Kensington’s eyes. She looked like she wanted to say sothing but held back, finally just nodding. She seed to be scrambling for a way to save face. "I know you’re very busy with work. We still have ti... You’re right, there’s no rush."

[So this is what a loving couple looks like? Why does it feel like one is desperate and the other couldn’t care less.]

[What’s with Caleb’s terrible attitude? Our Jeanette is acting so ek in front of him!]

[Caleb Bishop really isn’t sparing Jeanette Kensington’s feelings. In front of so many people, couldn’t he at least have played along for now?]

[If he just agreed, wouldn’t that be making empty promises? No matter what, at least this shows Caleb Bishop isn’t lying to Jeanette Kensington.]

[They’re probably another fake couple, just putting on a show to get more popular.]

[So of you need to hold your tongues. Jeanette already explained that they don’t have plans to get married and have kids because Caleb Bishop is busy with work. Stop with the wild speculation. They’ve been together for years, what right do you have to comnt on their relationship?]

[I also think the livestream viewers are blowing things out of proportion. The people involved haven’t said anything. Maybe this is just how they are as a couple—oh, wait, as fiancés. We should stop guessing wildly.]

...

Naomi Kenway noticed her son seed to be spacing out frequently. He wasn’t as lively as before. Just a mont ago, Simon Sawyer had co over to play, but Ian had turned him down.

A knot of panic tightened in Naomi’s chest. She crouched down and asked patiently, "Sweetheart, is sothing on your mind?"

Ian shook his head. "I was just thinking about my howork. Don’t worry about , Mommy."

"Howork?" Naomi was a little stunned. This was the first ti she’d ever heard of Ian worrying about an assignnt from kindergarten, and she was surprised.

Ethan Shaw ruffled Ian’s hair. "Do you need Mommy and Daddy to help?"

Ian shook his head. "I’ve already thought of a solution!"

"As long as you’ve solved it, that’s what matters. You’re such a smart boy!"

Hearing this, a smile unconsciously spread across Ian’s face. He suddenly looked into the distance. "Mommy, look! I think that little girl looks a bit like you."

Naomi looked over and nodded.

She had noticed the little girl much earlier. Such a resemblance was a rare kind of fate. Normally, she would have gone over to say hello long ago, but unfortunately, the person she despised most was standing right next to the child.

"She does look a little like . But she’s not a ’little sister.’ Penny is already five, and you’re not five yet, Ian. That makes you the ’little brother,’ you know."

Naomi said with a smile.

Ian pouted. "Why am I always the little brother? I want to be a big brother, too!"

"A big brother?" Naomi chuckled. "You’ll be a big brother when there are kids around who are younger than you."

Ian pressed his lips together, lost in thought.

"Do you really want to be a big brother?"

Ian nodded, then shook his head. Sothing seed to cross his mind, and he said, "I don’t want to be a big brother anymore. I don’t want a little brother or sister..."

As he spoke, he suddenly lowered his head, his dark lashes drooping. "If I say that... I want all of Mommy and Daddy’s love for myself... Does that make too selfish?"

"Why would you say that about yourself?" Naomi’s heart ached as she pulled him into a hug. "We weren’t planning on having another child anyway. That’s our decision, and it has nothing to do with you. Don’t pile all the bla on yourself. Besides, the warmth and love you’ve given Mommy and Daddy has already filled our hearts so much, they’re about to overflow."

Ian’s eyes reddened. He reached out for Naomi to hold him, and once his arms were around her neck, he nuzzled against her affectionately. "Mommy..."

Naomi felt Ian’s soft, sweet-slling cheek against hers and couldn’t help but smile.

The painting competition began soon after.

The tour guide announced, "This is our final contest, and Ms. Kenway’s family is currently in the lead by a wide margin! Congratulations!" He began to applaud. "Our other guests will have to try hard! As for who will ultimately win priority use of the house, let’s wait and see!"

Several staff mbers ca out, carrying over a few easels and watercolor paints. The brushes were in a box, and when it was opened, an array of different-sized brushes could be seen neatly arranged inside.

"I thought we’d just be drawing stick figures with colored pencils. I didn’t expect you to get so professional..." Chelsea Raines said with a frown. "What are those of us who aren’t good at painting supposed to do now?"

As she spoke, she glanced at Caleb Bishop. "I heard Miss Kensington’s boyfriend is a famous painter. How are we supposed to compete with that?"

The tour guide said, "Please, calm down. The the for the painting won’t be that difficult. This isn’t a professional art competition. We only prepared all these tools so everyone could express themselves freely. Rest assured, the judging criteria isn’t technical skill, but the feeling conveyed by the picture."

"Now that you say that, it sounds even more profound..." Chelsea Raines muttered, her brow furrowed. ’We’re definitely going to lose. My family was poor when I was growing up, so I never studied art. I only got into show business and beca a stand-up codian by a stroke of luck when a talent scout discovered . As for Gene Woods, he was useless at everything except womanizing, and Jared Woods could only draw stick figures...’

"What’s the the for the painting? Are there any specific requirents?" Ruby Preston asked.

"No tricky requirents. You just have to finish within an hour. As for the the..." The tour guide glanced down at his script, then looked up and said slowly, "Love."

"Love?"

"That’s right, love." The tour guide held up his script for everyone to see. "This is the only prompt I received. How you choose to express ’love’ is up to all of you."

Naomi Kenway thought for a mont, then exchanged a look with Ethan Shaw. "That’s a rather broad the."

Ethan Shaw smiled. "It looks like Ian already has an idea."

"You do, Ian?" Naomi asked.

Ian nodded. "I have so ideas."

So, the task of painting was mainly left to Ian, with Naomi and Ethan helping him mix the colors on the side.

The canvas was a bit high, so for the parts he couldn’t reach, Ethan held Ian up so he could paint.