"Daddy, what are you thinking about?"
Sheryl took out the lollipop from her mouth and stared at Shane's handsome face with a puzzled look.
"I'm thinking why Sheryl likes to eat sweets."
Shane smiled gently, and the hand holding the little girl suddenly tightened a little.
"Because I'm a kid. Daddy is so stupid."
Sheryl couldn't help but roll her eyes and didn't see the ambiguous smile on his face.
After giving Sheryl over to Ms. Jenny's care, Shane deliberately slowed down when passing by the room next to his, but he didn't hear any sound.
At that moment, Charlotte was lying quietly on the bed. Everything here was foreign to her. She tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
The next morning, Charlotte assumed that she woke up very early. She walked down from the second floor in a panic, trying to avoid Shane.
"Good morning."
As if by reflex, Charlotte turned around and looked toward the source of the sound.