Kelvin felt like ice cold water was poured over him the moment he heard the knock on the door. He pushed Cris off of him and then he looked at him with wide eyes.
And then, before the man could register why the little fruit pushed him, Kelvin had already slipped away from under him like a swift ninja. Cris could only blink and his brows knotted in a hard knot as he looked at the boy who just escaped from his grasp.
Kelvin moved as if the room was on fire.
"Dad?" he said as he pulled the door open.
Don Faustino raised a brow, seeing that the main light was already off.
"We're you two already sleeping?" the old man asked, glancing behind Kelvin.
"Uhm… I was reading a book to him."
"Oh, anyway, I just came to say goodnight. You guys should sleep now Kelvin, it's late," he told his son,
