"As cute as Benjamin?" Benjamin Leclair tilted his little head and said worriedly, "Then would Daddy like the kitten and not like Benjamin anymore?"
The man's cold and hardened heart melted at his little daughter's tender and childish voice. In a low and raspy tone, he said, "We'll keep a kitten just as timid and cute as your mommy, and we'll dote on her together, okay?"
"Mommy's not a kitten." Benjamin Leclair put his hands on his tiny hips, glaring with big black grape-like eyes, correcting him matter-of-factly.
The man chuckled softly. His little kitten would return to his arms sooner or later.
Delphine brought Nicholas back to the small villa. The tension she had been holding onto all night finally eased. After a sleepless night and reaching the peak of exhaustion, she took a simple bath. When she came out, Leah had already prepared breakfast. Nicholas had brushed his teeth, washed his little face, and was obediently sitting at the dining table waiting.
