Glenn Hutchinson took charge of ordering the dishes, Flossie Wright didn't even glance at the menu, but what ended up on the table were mostly her favorites. The remaining few were clearly the ones Flynn Reid enjoyed.
Watching as Glenn Hutchinson served her a bowl of rice, his actions casual yet practiced, as natural as could be, gave no other implication. Yet, when Flossie received the bowl and chopsticks, she felt an odd sensation.
This man seemed to be less domineering than he usually did.
"Sister, here."
Flynn Reid sat next to Flossie Wright, holding his rice bowl. But the piece of chicken leg he carefully picked up was put into Flossie's bowl.
Upon hearing his soft voice, Flossie looked at the chopsticks in the bowl, and turning her head, she saw Flynn Reid's cherubic face, his clear and luminous eyes, as pure and untainted as flowing water.
Then, Flynn Reid added a piece of meat to Glenn Hutchinson's bowl, using his crisp, gentle voice he said, "Daddy, here."
"Hmm."
