Jacob Moretti's POV
Watching someone sleeping was never my thing, but not until now. I loved watching this little brat fall asleep in my arms. She was mine. That was the thing that I was proud of. No one could have her or could handle her. I was the only one who could do it, so she was all mine.
I knew how to calm my brat, which no one could do. Natasha could act however she wanted. I could tolerate her attitude and all that she would do.
"Have a good sleep, brat." I kissed her lips and smiled.
I left the bed to go to the one who had been waiting for me. I didn’t know why he was visiting me, but I knew that it was important.
"Sir Jacob, haven't you had lunch yet?" Manang asked when he saw me walking from our room.
"My pet is still sleeping, Manang. Maybe later."
I didn't want to eat
