Candy stood in the second-floor hallway, rising on her tiptoes to peek into the living room. There, Mia sat by the coffee table, slurping instant noodles. The little girl wrinkled her delicate brows.
She'd never tasted instant noodles, but Daddy had said they were unhealthy—something to avoid.
Pouting, she dashed into the study on her tiny legs.
Chase looked up as Candy entered, setting aside his work and turning to her. "Why are you here, sweetheart? Isn't Mia playing with you?"
Candy scrambled onto Chase's lap, using her hands and feet. "Daddy, Mia is eating instant noodles. Why aren't we waiting for her to have dinner with us tonight?"
Oh? That woman would rather eat instant noodles than show him even a hint of softness?
Chase arched a brow, pinched her nose gently, and gave a fai
