Holly Winslow: "..."
'A daughter?'
'He sure has a wild imagination.'
She reached out and pinched his cheek a little hard, leaving a red mark. She then rubbed it and said, "We're not even married. Are you trying to get my dad to kill you?"
"It has nothing to do with being married."
Mortimer Quincy raised an eyebrow, wrapped an arm around her waist, and gave her a kiss. "We have a ready-made 'daughter,'" he added.
"Baby Holly, be a good girl. Want to go sleepy-bye?"
Holly Winslow: "..."
'So childish.'
She "disgustedly" tried to push him away, but failed. That rascal Mortimer Quincy planted a kiss on her and said, "Be good, listen to me. I'll carry you to sleepy-bye."
Seeing that he was getting addicted to his little act, Holly Winslow gave him a light punch, then patted his cheek. "Good boy, my little puppy."
The "little puppy": "..."
'Damn it, that's so infuriating it's funny.'
The "little puppy" leaned in closer. "Try saying that one more time."
