"Anna," he called, his voice low but firm. "Come downstairs and eat something"
Anna's muffled voice responded. "I already said I'm not hungry," she pouted, her tone carrying a hint of stubbornness.
he walked in fully, and she went back to sitting on the edge of the bed, her lips pursed in defiance, he couldn't help but find the sight amusing. Her cute little pout was entirely unintentional, but it tugged at something in him that he wasn't used to feeling—warmth.
"You're pouting again," he said, arching a brow.
"I'm not," Anna shot back, folding her arms.
"Yes, you are," Alexander said, stepping into the room. Without another word, he bent down and effortlessly scooped her up into his arms.
Anna let out a small yelp, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. "What are you doing, Alexander?!"
"Carrying you downstairs to eat," he replied nonchalantly, as though it was the most natural thing in the world.
