Watching the young boy puff out his cheeks and glare at him, Mason Bennett inexplicably felt great.
A faint curve lifted the corners of his lips, coaxing, "Be good, call me brother."
Bella Green: "..." Gabriel Sinclair!!
Seeing him silent for a long time, Mason's lifted smile suddenly fell, his expression turning blank as he raised his hand to pinch the boy's cheek, using some force.
This action carried a hint of threat.
Bella pursed her lips, glaring at him with anger she dared not express.
This jerk, he was sure she wouldn't be happy with his probing into the 'allergy' matter.
"Brother." Bella finally mumbled, sounding quite aggrieved.
That soft, aggrieved voice sounded even more delightful than last time.
Mason's lips curled up again, a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes; he was clearly very pleased with her calling him brother.
After that, he stopped talking and continued to wipe the little red spots off the girl's face.
