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The man in his 60s made his way inside the room which was a while ago filled with her cries. Even though he was in the 60s, he didn't look like one. He was wearing a black tuxedo that fitted his well-sculpted body. The only way to know his real age was his hair, which he always preferred to keep natural, he never dyed them. The glasses around his eyes always made him look intimidating to others.
He looked at her sleeping self, her messier and vulnerable self didn't settle well with him. He sat on the chair beside her bed, caressing her hairs he mumbled
"My cute little pumpkin."
He looked at Kiaan, seeing his expression he knew that old man was expecting an answer,
"She was in shock, I made her sleep anyhow." The old man nodded hearing his response.
After kissing her fo
