Maxwell Peary had never seen such an expression on her face before. Seeing her so serious, he felt a sense of gratification.
How did this happen? They hadn't even been together for a week, yet he already felt like he was witnessing his own daughter growing up.
He smiled at her, reached out to cup her small face, and gave her a kiss.
"Okay."
He agreed. He was afraid she would get hurt, yet he knew he had to let her go and grow.
Maxwell Peary sighed. He could only do his utmost to protect her.
He had a premonition that such worrying yet unavoidable matters would pile up in the future.
Of course, his premonition was correct. Many years later, he would indeed have a daughter and would have to experience that exact feeling.
"Thank you, Uncle Peary. I'll go to work now."
She remained kneeling, bending over in that position to reach for her shoes.
Seeing her like this, Maxwell Peary was scared half to death and immediately reached out to pick up her shoes for her.
