Lucas Griffin leaned back on the couch, thoroughly enjoying Amanda Jenkins's feigned pitiful appearance.
He certainly knew that Amanda Jenkins's current emotion was all an act.
To put it in a rather crude analogy, the moment Amanda Jenkins so much as moved, he knew exactly what she was up to.
He knew her all too well.
Amanda Jenkins turned her head away, blinking her eyes pitifully, "You're the little ancestor, how dare I be mad at you? I'd be thankful just if you aren't mad at me."
"Amanda Jenkins..." Kent cooed, "I know I was wrong, okay? I will never get mad at you again, can you forgive me please?"
Amanda Jenkins sniffed and remained silent.
"Don't just stand there; it's tiring. Come sit down." Kent, trying to curry favor, pulled Amanda Jenkins down to the couch, then climbed up beside her, hugged her neck, and planted a big kiss on her cheek, sweetly coaxing, "My Amanda Jenkins is the prettiest and best mom."
