"You're not as cute as she is."
"..."
Emma's large eyes blinked, a tear slid down from her eye socket, and then she turned her head in the direction Joel Russo had indicated.
Arabella Vanderbilt was also stunned for a moment, the orphanage teacher and another child beside her were staring at her.
She felt awkward, and the roots of her ears reddened.
"Who's cute?"
"You," emphasized Joel again.
"..."
A person rounding up to thirty, and she was being described as "cute"?
Looking at the little one not even reaching Joel's knees, Arabella felt nothing but embarrassment.
Talking to a three or four-year-old child, couldn't he be a bit more subtle?
She really didn't know what kind of interaction he would have if he ever had his own children in the future.
Emma looked at Arabella, her bright, watery eyes blinking, and finally she looked up at the tall, handsome man she was holding, her little face full of conflict.
Suddenly, Emma was pulled aside by another child, Linn.
