Marcus Quinn's broad and warm hand covered her small one, turning to wrap her slender waist into his embrace, pressing his forehead against her delicate one, and laughed lowly, "I'll do my best to give you the best life."
The man's breath was steady and long, without any sweet words, and his eyes were filled with undisguised affection.
Lana's gaze shifted slightly, nodding her head, and accidentally bumped a bit too hard into Marcus's head, yelping in pain.
Seeing this, Marcus quickly reached out to rub her forehead, sighed helplessly, and moved her to a chair nearby, then kissed the spot where she bumped and said, "Sit still, I'll make you some fruit tea, then we'll take a nap."
"Oh." Lana saw him treating her like a baby and immediately opened her big, innocent eyes, obediently sitting on the chair watching Marcus bustling in the kitchen.
