"Are you asking me that? Of course, my little girl is always you, no one else." Movu laughed without taking his eyes off of her rosy thin lip.
Somehow, he is regretting making her wear this beautiful dress tonight. When did she grow up? It was like yesterday that she was such a small girl. She is becoming a lady day by day. He could see that she will become the most gorgeous woman in this world. And when that happens, he is not there to witness that.
Some men will be lingering around her and will try to steal her once she becomes a full-grown lady. He will not be there to protect his woman, just thinking about it... his blood began to boil in fury.
"Movu?" Yanarym called him, "Stop staring at me like that." Movu blinked his eyes and kept his dark eyes peering at her. "Movu. I said stop." She creased her brows at her.
"Why? How am I staring at you? Are you conscious of me?" He said with a serious tone.
"Hmm,"
