His voice carried an inherent sense of nobility, along with a king-like energy that seemed to overlook the world. He exuded a power that was domineering and unwavering without a hint of anger, resembling an iron sword that makes a resounding impact when it lands, impossible to be shaken again.
A soft feeling stirred within Hallie Morgan, and her eyes moistened involuntarily.
Dylan Collins paused, looking at her. "Why are you crying?"
Quickly wiping her eyes, Hallie replied, "It's nothing. I was just thinking how wonderful it is to have a dad, someone looking out for me like that... How amazing that would be…"
With one hand cradling their child and the other wrapped around her, Dylan comfortingly said, "There, there. You have me looking out for you now."
"It's not the same. You're not my dad."
"..."
Dylan said, "If you want, I can play the role of a dad tonight."
Why did that statement sound a bit strange?
Hallie raised her head to look at him.
