THE COLD plastic box of ice cream hung in Lena’s left hand as she entered the mansion. Her eyes immediately roamed around, searching for a particular person she’s expecting to see and greet her with his playful smirk and teasing.
She couldn’t deny that she feels excited to see him and tell him how her first day went well.
But Lucian wasn’t the one who greeted her. It was Viktor, who was in the living area, sitting on the swivel chair, reading the newspaper. In front of him was Angel, who immediately saw her.
“Mama!” Angel ran to her, and before she could hug her, the little girl saw what she’s carrying. “Is that ice cream?”
Lena chuckled and nodded. “Yes.”
“Yey!” Angel jumped happily.
“You shouldn’t eat that tonight, Angel.” It was Viktor, in a strict tone, making Lena freeze. He pul
