"Good morning, father," Emma greeted Liam. She looked at her father with her brilliant golden eyes that never failed to make Liam feel anxious.
Every time Liam looked at her eyes, he would be reminded of that devil. How he had made a deal with him and also what he wanted from him.
But then, he couldn't gauge how he would proceed to make his little girl his bride one day.
"Good morning, honey," Liam said in a soft voice, as he crouched down to scoop her small body into his arms. "Where is your brother?" he asked her, tilting his head toward their bedroom, but Aidan's bed was empty, the little boy was already up. "Is he in the bathroom?"
Emma shook her head. She looked at her father innocently. "Aidan was up an hour back," she said in her soft voice that sounded very childish. "I think he is in mother's bedroom, playing with Kenna again."
