Aiden Grant looked tenderly at the little woman with her eyes closed, not speaking, a hint of heartache flashing through his eyes. His delicate little wife had been worn out by his antics.
He didn't want to make her unhappy, nor could he bear to, so he sat quietly beside Lily Shaw.
The car slowly stopped, and Lily Shaw tried to force herself to get out on her own, but her feet gave way, and she fell directly against the man's broad, warm chest. Feeling somewhat upset, she raised her hand and punched lightly: "Don't touch me!"
"Honey..." Eldest Young Master Grant immediately put on a pitiful expression, his look of innocence comparable to that of a little puppy Lily Shaw usually saw.
Lily Shaw couldn't help but suppress her anger, knowing Aiden Grant was indulging her.
Although Eldest Young Master Grant was an exceedingly proud man, in front of her he never put on airs. To make her smile, he would shamelessly play the fool and act adorable.
