Chapter 21: Pouting for a Kiss

Cherish Turner seemed to have had a very long, very long dream. In it, a tall and handsome man was holding her, spinning around under a cherry blossom tree. The falling petals were like a fantasy, and everything was just too perfect.

He called her Cherish, and his voice sounded especially pleasant. In the dream, she was tightly embraced by him, as if she was the most important person in the world!

Suddenly, the man put her down, looked at her affectionately, and seemed to be about to kiss her...

Cherish was completely mesmerized by the man in front of her and actually closed her eyes, puckering her lips, waiting for his kiss...

Early in the morning, Lewis woke up in his own room, and found nobody beside him. So he went to his dad, William Griffith's room, and then...

He was shocked by the scene in front of him!

Beautiful sister was actually hugging his dad, and trying to kiss him?! His dad was completely pinned down by beautiful sister!!

"Beautiful sister!" Lewis yelled, not noticing that William furrowed his brow in bed!

How could this little brat wake up at this moment and ruin his good time!

Cherish was woken up by Lewis' yelling, and her eyes opened sleepily.

What the hell is going on?!

How did she end up in this bed? Wasn't she sleeping in Lewis' bed?

"How...how did I..."

Cherish's words were cut off by Lewis!

"Sister, how did you end up in my dad's bed? I just saw you about to kiss my dad!"

The little guy wasn't old enough to fully understand the meaning of a kiss, but he knew his dad was his and felt a sense of injustice that his sister was about to snatch his dad away.

"Lewis, it's not like that..." Oh my god, was she really about to kiss William Griffin? How is that possible?

And what's with the look in William's eyes? Did he think she was some kind of pervert?

"Mr. Griffith...it's not like that, there must be some kind of misunderstanding in between!"

William Griffith still looked unmoved and calm while listening to Cherish Turner defend herself, his facial expression seemed to say, "keep making up stories."

"So Miss Turner has a habit of sleepwalking? I remember hearing someone last night saying they wouldn't go into Lewis' room, but it turns out that person sneaked into my room instead."

Well, this time, Cherish really didn't know what to say. He's clearly accusing her of taking advantage of him...

"No, I don't have a sleepwalking problem, and I don't know why..."

"Are you saying that I'm falsely accusing you?"

Upon hearing this and seeing William's expression, Cherish Turner quickly waved her hands!

"It's not me, so do you think Lewis falsely accused you?"

At this, Cherish Turner's waving became even more intense!

"If I didn't falsely accuse you, how do you plan to explain what happened last night?!"

This time, Cherish was completely speechless. She lowered her head, kneeling on top of William, looking like a little slave, "Boss, whatever punishment you want to give me, I'm at your mercy..."

Hearing her say that, William Griffith's eyes revealed a trace of triumphant cunning.