Like a hawk, Iris kept an eye on Hunter, who was having a difficult time cajoling Morgan. Two hours had already passed after he had stolen the little girl’s lunch and he was still trying hard to make the child succumb to his charms. Unfortunately, Morgan seemed to have grown immune to it that she continued to ignore him as they collected their picnic stuff.
“Come on, darling. You can’t keep ignoring me like this. You’re breaking my heart,” Hunter cooed, taking Morgan’s small frame into his arms. “Tell me, how do I make it up to you? Uncle Hunter will do anything…”
Morgan harrumphed, looking away from the man, making Iris purse her lips in amusement. She had never seen her daughter throw such a tantrum. The exchange reminded her of her younger self that she had lost the urge to scold the
