Rosie once again delayed Charles' work with her antics.
Yet the man never took it out on her, leaving Rosie herself wondering if she was a burden.
The girl tapped the man's shoe with her toe, a simple gesture, yet Charles felt as if a tiny paw scratched at his heart.
He set down the document he was holding, his dark eyes gentle like autumn waters, looking neither exhausted nor disheartened despite the shadows beneath them.
"Aren't you annoyed by how much trouble I cause you, constantly creating issues for you?" Rosie wore an apologetic expression, though in her heart...
If you dare get annoyed by it, you're done for.
Charles was perceptive, immediately seeing through to the true intent in her eyes.
"If you really feel guilty, you can give me a French kiss now, the kind that's long and lingering."
Jack, who was driving in the front, almost coughed his lungs out upon hearing this and astutely pressed the button for the partition.
Protect his eyes from the scene.
