Estella looked at her father, who was already at the door and turned to look at Aubree, who was still standing by the couch.
A few moments pa*sed, and the little girl finally begrudgingly got out of her chair and jogged to keep up with Lucian.
Aubree let out a relieved sigh and caught up to them as well.
“Daddy,” Estella mumbled. She gave her father a puppy-eyed look and tugged at the corner of his shirt in a bid to curry favor with her father.
Lucian lowered his gaze to meet Estella’s. He lifted his hand and patted her head. “I’m really busy lately. Please don’t throw a tantrum at me.”
Estella pursed her lips in disapproval, refusing to believe what he said.
She knew as a matter of fact that Lucian was in a bad mood because he had quarreled with Roxanne.
Estella was flabbergasted
