Pampered by My Secret Husband

”Bliss, don’t be afraid. Mom will take you upstairs to play with the little bear, okay?”

Bliss nodded, and Fluffy Zane picked her up, just about to head upstairs.

Then they heard the servant’s greeting behind them: ”Second Young Master, you’re back.”

Taylor Moore had just returned from outside, seeing this scene in front of him, the strange atmosphere made him furrow his eyebrows.

Harrison Moore picked up the teapot from the tea table and smashed it onto the floor with a crash, the crisp sound of shattering mixed with his furious voice: ”Fluffy Zane, stand still!”

Fluffy Zane pressed her lips, covered Bliss’s ears with one hand, and quickly went upstairs.

Harrison Moore tried to chase after them, but Taylor Moore held him by the shoulder.

Harrison Moore turned his head, coldly shouting: ”Let go!”

”Did you hit her?” Without a word, Taylor Moore punched Harrison Moore straight in the face.

Hit by the punch, Harrison Moore staggered back a few steps, raised his head, and wiped the blood from his nose, ”Taylor Moore, do you want to die!”

With that, he lunged forward, and Taylor Moore sneered, fighting with him.

Bliss, frightened, huddled in Fluffy Zane’s embrace; her heart wrenched as she kept patting her back, kissing her little face, soothing, ”Baby, Mom is here, don’t be afraid, don’t be scared...”

Three years...

Harrison Moore’s true nature had long ago been fully exposed.

Every time there was domestic violence, Fluffy Zane wished she could kill him.

If it weren’t for him having something over her, Fluffy Zane would never have stayed in the Moore Family one second longer.

If it weren’t for Bliss... she wouldn’t have managed to hold on for so long.

Downstairs, Taylor Moore gave Harrison Moore a severe beating, looking down from above at Harrison Moore panting on the ground, ”If I find out you hit her again, don’t blame me for disregarding our brotherly bond!”

Harrison Moore spat out a mouthful of bloodstain, laughed mockingly, ”Taylor Moore, are you heartbroken now? Without me, you wouldn’t have today...”

”Shut up!” Taylor Moore kicked down, hitting Harrison Moore’s temple, knocking him unconscious.

”Young Master!”

The servant cried out in shock.

Taylor Moore glanced at the servant, ”Call him an ambulance, don’t let him die.”

Leaving those words, he quickly went upstairs.

At the door of Bliss’s children’s room, he raised his hand and knocked on the door, ”Fluffy, can I come in?”

Bliss, snuggled in Fluffy Zane’s arms, her eyes brightened excitedly, ”Mom, it’s Young Uncle!”

Without waiting for Fluffy Zane’s answer, Bliss jumped out of her arms, happily hopping over to open the door.

”Young Uncle!” As soon as the door opened, Bliss hugged Taylor Moore’s leg.

Taylor Moore, smiling gently, squatted down and embraced the fragrant and soft little fellow, ”Were you scared, Bliss?”

Bliss nodded, her little mouth suddenly formed an ’O’ shape, touching his injured face with her tiny hands, ”Young Uncle... you’re hurt.”

”Bliss, blow on it, and it won’t hurt anymore.”

Bliss earnestly stood on her tiptoes and began to blow.

Holding her, Taylor Moore affectionately touched her little head, and Fluffy Zane walked over, ”Taylor, sorry to trouble you again.”

For the past three years, every moment of embarrassment seemed to have been seen by him...

”Fluffy, you know I don’t like to hear such distant words.” Taylor Moore picked up Bliss, came in front of her, gazing at her face marked by a handprint, ”Does it still hurt?”

”Hmm?” Fluffy Zane belatedly touched her face, smiled, and shook her head, ”No, it doesn’t hurt anymore.”

”Fluffy...” Taylor Moore said, but hesitated.