Lottie frowned and looked at the cute child in front of her. How could he get hungry so quickly?
She didn't have time to think about it. She simply grabbed a jacket and went downstairs to make him food.
In a midst of cooking, she rolled up her sleeves.
There were bruises all over her arm.
Elijah noticed the bruises and scratches on
her arms as they sat at the table. He frowned slightly.
Two plates of breakfast of the same portion were served. Elijah stared at Lottie with his dark pupils.
He has dark pupils, fair skin, and flawless facial features..
The way he stared seriously at her was immensely cute. Lottie felt like her heart was melting.
She bent down and said with an ever so gentle voice, "What's wrong, Elijah?"
He raised his fair and small hands and pointed
at her arms, "You got hurt."
After that, he leaped off the chair and grabbed the first aid kit from the cupboard.
"No need."
Lottie snatched the kit and said, "I'll do it myself."
