Daisy looked at his retreating back and supported her chin on her palm, ''Isn't he flustered?" she looked at the man from the glass door, ''He seems… cute.''
''Cute,'' Angel echoed, it was unclear whether she knew what her mommy was thinking or who she was referring to.
Daisy cleared her throat, ''What all did you do, baby?" she had just shifted her attention to Angel but from the corner of her eyes, she noticed some movement.
As Angel started babbling about her day, Daisy looked up to find that the pleasant expression had long faded from Ryle's face. There was a hint of violence in his aura that he rarely ever showed around them, his fingers were curled into tight fists till his veins popped and there was an edge to his expression.
…
"There is no need to respond to them,'' Ryle said calmly, his fists loosening as he sucked in a deep breath.
