Lorenzo’s POV:
I was glad that at least my daughter was willing to accept me as a father and suggested the idea of a wedding.
"Daddy, you have to marry my Mommy, okay?" Felina pleaded, her eyes brimming with anticipation.
I lifted her into my arms, returning her affectionate gesture. "Daddy will definitely marry your mother," I assured her, casting a glance at Felicia, whose cheeks flushed crimson in response.
"Mom will never marry this man," Emyrus interjected sharply, his anger still evident. "Felina, he's not our father," he added, shooting his dagger-like gaze at me. I need to work hard to win Emyrus's heart.
Felicia yawned out of the blue, quickly bringing her hand to her mouth to cover it. "I'm sorry," she said.
"You need rest, Darling. You can sleep here or even in our bedro
