Charlotte Allison is now used to Lucas Quinn driving when he's around.
But today, when she got into the passenger seat, Lucas leaned over, half his body inside, and kissed her tenderly for quite a while.
His other hand gently caressed her lower abdomen.
Charlotte Allison, feeling soft and weak, clutched his hand, trying to retreat, while letting out broken words between their lips.
"Stop... don't make trouble, I still have to... have to go to work."
Lucas Quinn reluctantly let go of her, brushing away their momentary passion, fastened her seatbelt, closed the car door, and walked around the front to the driver's seat.
The fire that had nearly ignited in Lucas's eyes just now faded away.
He turned his head to look at Charlotte and asked, "Sis, wasn't that little kid just now super cute?"
"Yeah." Indeed very cute, the child's dark eyes could reflect stars from her own eyes when looking at her.
A child's eyes were too pure, obvious fondness always carried a glow.
