She gave a cold huff and turned her head away, clearly unwilling to talk to him. He didn't linger, just walked over to greet Jonathan and Clarisse at the door before leaving.
Nola climbed onto the bed and snuggled into her arms happily, "Mommy, is your cold better?"
She was so happy to see Daddy and Mommy kissing.
"Traitor!"
Farah ruffled Nola's short hair with annoyance. She had taken care of Nola for three years, and now, as soon as she turned her head, her daughter was happily clinging to that man.
Clarisse, who hadn't stopped smiling since seeing them kiss, couldn't help but laugh as she approached Farah when she heard her say that.
"Why are you being so petty with a child? That's her dad; of course, she's happy to see them kiss."
