Matilda said calmly, "Lillian, you seem a bit distracted. Just stop for now. Are you worried about your father? I got a message-he'll be back in a few days."
Lillian quickly apologized, "Sorry, Ma'am. I'll read it again from the start."
"No need. I'm not in the mood to hear it anymore."
Right then, Leslie came downstairs, carrying a little shoulder bag.
She kept it casual today-no dress, just a loose white boyfriend-style blouse, denim shorts, and those legs, pale and eye-catching.
The shirt was half-tucked in lazily, showing off her slim waist. It was a simple look, but on Leslie, it suddenly became fashion-magazine-level.
Broderick's brows twitched slightly.
Wearing that outfit? No way he'd admit he minded... but something about it irked him.
Lillian's fingers c
