He understood now that it wasn't her father she loved, but the cake.
"Last piece, you can't have too much cake, it will ruin your teeth." Chester Yale carried her and walked towards the sofa, ordering a servant to cut another slice of cake for her.
This time, Molly obediently leaned into his embrace, allowing him to feed her.
"Mr. Chester, be careful, the cake might get on your clothes. Let me do it instead," the nanny said, hurriedly stepping forward as Chester was wiping Molly's mouth and preparing to take her to wash her hands.
"No need." Chester's lips parted slightly as he looked at the Little Princess struggling in his arms, his eyes filled with unparalleled love and indulgence.
She was his Little Princess. If she wanted stars, he would pick them for her.
"Molly, your high fever has just gone down, drink more water," Chester called to the Little Princess, who was playing with building blocks.