"Currently, the mission is the priority."
"As for the children, let nature take its course."
Selene Kane looked at his awkward demeanor, secretly laughing to herself.
This guy usually acts all high and mighty, but now he's utterly confused by a few casual remarks.
Even the ears under the brim of his hat twitched uncontrollably.
This is more like a person of flesh and blood.
He usually keeps a cold face all day, lips pressed tightly, making even her feel suppressed.
Caleb Shaw was adopted since childhood.
Raised in strict discipline and high-intensity training, he has never experienced such a scene.
His childhood didn't include sitting by the fireplace having chats, no elder ruffling his hair or stroking his face.
Facing a group of overly enthusiastic, loud relatives.
He only felt his head swell as if ten starship engines were simultaneously igniting by his ears.
He couldn't help but cast a pleading glance toward Selene Kane.
