Marsha seemed to circulate her gaze on all the rooms in the penthouse.
For her, stay in a spacious hotel penthouse was the first thing in her life.
Anderson had never asked her like that before, but this time her father specially treated her.
"So ... what happened? Why did you suddenly treat me like this? You didn't hide something right, so to comfort me, you invited me here?" Marsha asked with her eyes searching Anderson.
Anderson carefully tried to stay calm and smiled to cover his nervousness.
"You ... do I have to hide something first before I can specially treat my daughter?" Anderson asked Marsha back.
Marsha looked closely at Anderson's face and afterward shook her head slowly.
Anderson, who saw the girl's face, could only smile and pull Marsha's arm slowly to get closer to him.
He gently stroked Clara's back and hugged her.
