The More The Merrier Chapter 1092

Chapter 1092Chapter 1092 Cannot Think Of Anything To Draw
Benjamin returned Ethen's gaze and walked to the side.
Ethen hastily followed and reported the work progress at the office to the man.
While listening, Benjamin shot daggers at Bradley. Bradley was promptly stunned upon meeting his icy
gaze.
He hastily made up an excuse, saying, “Just rest, Boss! I'll go and look in on the kids!”
“Sure.” Arissa eyed him for a moment before glancing over at Ethen. “Have you both had dinner?”
“Nope. I'll have dinner in a while!” Right after saying that, Bradley scampered out.
Only then did Benjamin retract his gaze and continue talking to Ethen about work.
Arissa cast a look at the man and giggled in exasperation.
Before Bradley reached downstairs, the sextuplets stepped out of the elevator.
“You're here too, Mr. Hinton!” Zachary greeted enthusiastically and sprinted toward him.
With a smile and his eyes lit up, Bradley replied, “I've been here for a while now. I heard from Boss that
you're all keeping your grandpa company downstairs and was planning to go and look for you when
you've all come upstairs.”
All six children chortled. “Hehe! Has Mommy had dinner?”
“Probably yes. I didn't see her eating when I arrived.” Patting them on their heads, Bradley led them
back to the hospital room. “Boss, the kids have come upstairs to visit you!”“Mommy!” At the sight of Arissa, the children were incredibly excited and exhilarated.
They all rushed toward Arissa, who was on the hospital bed. Arissa's gaze was tender when she saw
them beaming away.
“Have you all eaten?” She stroked their heads, her voice beyond gentle.
The children bobbed their heads. “We've eaten with Grandpa, Mommy. We're all full. What about you?
Have you eaten?”
“I've also eaten a while ago.” As Arissa gazed at them, they likewise stared at her unblinkingly, very
much adorable.
Warmth brimmed within her. “Do you have any homework today?”
“Nope!”
“Yes!”
Following the different responses from the children, both Arissa and Bradley were tickled pink.
“Is it yes or no exactly?” Arissa regarded the children with mirth dancing in her eyes. Haha, they aren't
even sure whether they've got homework.
Jasper scratched the back of his head, chuckling sheepishly. “Yes, I think.”
“There's homework, Mommy. The teacher told us to go home and draw a picture!” Tim chimed in firmly.
Jesse nodded as well. “Yes, yes, Tim is right. The teacher told us to draw a picture!”
Conversely, Gavin and Zachary wore blank expressions on their faces. They were doing something
else during class, so they did not hear that.“Then hurry up and do your homework! I'll keep you company as you draw!” Arissa urged them to take
out their sketchbooks.
The sextuplets snagged their bags, took out their sketchbooks from within, and spread them on the
hospital bed.
“Are you sure you can draw on the bed?” Arissa looked at them in amusement since the bed was soft.
“Yes!” All six children dipped their heads. With their drawing pens in hand, they started drawing.
Gavin had received lessons from a professional teacher, so he had no problem drawing.
Zachary, Oliver, Jasper, and Jesse had also been taught by Arissa. Jesse, especially, was far better at
drawing than her brothers though she was not all that good at studying.
Tim, however, had never been to kindergarten and only had the teacher guiding him recently. He held
the drawing pen in hand yet did not know what to draw.
Noticing the lost look on his face and seeing that he had no idea what to draw, Arissa sat down next to
him.
“You can't think of anything to draw, Sweetheart?”
Tim stole a glance at her, blushing to the tips of his ears. “Yeah. I don't know how to draw either.”
Arissa stroked his head smilingly. “It's okay. Just draw whatever you feel like drawing. Follow your
heart. It doesn't matter if your drawing doesn't turn out nice. They're only great at drawing because
they've practiced a lot.”
“Got it, Mommy!” Tim's dejection earlier vanished into thin air, and his eyes glowed with excitement.Arissa patted him lovingly before teaching him the proper way of holding the drawing pen.