"Daddy." The little one called out without hesitation, and seeing Liam Yancey's lips curve up, all his reservations were suddenly forgotten. He rushed forward and hugged the man around the waist, repeatedly chanting, "Daddy, Daddy..."
Liam Yancey didn't make a sound, but embraced him with one arm. A hint of bloodshot appeared in the depth of his eyes as he raised his gaze towards Tara Summer.
Tara Summer understood what was on his mind; he must have been reminded of the child they had unfortunately lost to a miscarriage...
She averted her gaze, reining in her emotions slightly, and when she looked up again, Liam Yancey had already let go of Oskar.
The man's burning gaze was fixed on her, a fire dancing in the depths of his eyes. Tara Summer naturally understood what that meant, and her cheeks couldn't help but flush slightly.
She pretended not to see and continued to play with Oskar. "Oskar, shall we do a few more problems together?"
