Dylan wasn't surprised at all.
Eira was his daughter. Being possessive toward anyone and everyone came naturally to her —especially when it came to one particular woman.
His eyes shifted to Adelyn, and his lips slowly curled into a faint smirk.
Although Adelyn wasn't looking his way, she still caught the subtle change from the corner of her eyes —the slight lift of his lips.
She turned to look at him, just in time to catch that smirk clearly.
Was he … laughing at her?
She couldn't help but frown at the thought. However, when she felt Eira's arms tightening more firmly around her, she found herself unable to focus on him any longer.
Her attention shifted back to the girl in her arms, and she was just about to speak when—
Karl beat her to it.
"Eira, sweetie, you're misunderstanding this," he said, glancing at Adelyn once before looking back at his niece. "Sister-in-law still loves you, but along with you, she also loves me. You can share a little with me. Just a little."
