"Charlie, your dad had something to do and left. Let's close the door."
Elara Don turned around intending to close the door.
But Damon Hawke had already caught up.
"Charlie."
Elara Don hurriedly tried to close the door, but Damon Hawke pushed it open.
With a smile in his eyes, he looked at the woman's slightly tense face.
Elara Don glared at him, "Mr. Hawke, now that you've delivered the food, you can go back. Rest assured, I will take good care of Charlie."
Big liar, hurry up and leave!
"I haven't eaten yet."
Damon Hawke said leisurely, gazing at Elara Don longingly.
Elara Don moved her lips, wanting to retort.
But looking into the man's deep eyes, she oddly sensed a hint of him being playful.
Her heart, uncontrollably softening.
"Mommy!"
Beside her, Dominic Hawke tugged at Elara Don's hand, looking up at her with dark eyes.
Eyes just as black as the man's, also pleading with her.
Sigh!
They're truly father and son, aligned!
