Only Enna Clark was incredibly surprised.
She knew her little bun well; although brave and loving to be held, she resisted unfamiliar people and certainly wouldn't let them hold her.
Someone like Adam Sinclair couldn't even manage to hold Gigi.
But now, she was clinging to the handsome man almost like a koala, that strong sense of dependence evident to anyone with eyes to see.
"Sugar, sugar..." Giselle Lawrence still remembered the candy Lyle Westbrook had promised her during her infusion, her mouth corners shining, saliva nearly dripping at the thought of sweets.
"Bring over the sugar." Lyle Westbrook gently wiped her mouth and ordered the servant close by.
Soon, a servant came with a jar of candy, "Young Master Lyle."
To Gigi, the jar brimmed with colorful candies seemed like a treasure. Her eyes sparkled, and she drooled even more.
"Gigi... Gigi! Candy! Candy!"
