Grasping the hand that fell by her head tightly, Olivia Zane pressed her face against it, rubbing gently, it was her attachment.
"Nathan, I want to go with you," worried that Nathan Moore would refuse, Olivia Zane said, "I won't delay your work, I can do laundry and cook when you are working..."
"Silly," another light laugh, Nathan Moore's dark eyes brimming with laughter, not showing the slightest perfunctory, "The chores a maid can do, why trouble yourself."
Olivia Zane raised her eyes, her small white porcelain face meeting Nathan Moore's handsome face, her petite self only reaching his shoulder pit, appearing even more delicate.
"But I want to take care of you,"
"Be good," a soft sigh escaped Nathan Moore's lips, his held hand slightly moved as well, looking at her with tender eyes, "I'm not a child, I don't need you following and caring like in the past, just take good care of yourself and don't make me worry."
