"I don't dislike it," Mr. Lucas leaned in and embraced Lily in his arms.
"Son, daughter, it's all the same to me." In fact, he actually favored his daughter more.
Because his daughter resembled his little one's big, watery, peach blossom eyes and her chubby, pinchable cheeks, always so hard to stop loving.
"You're lying," Lily didn't believe it.
Aidan Lucas looked clearly unhappy.
"You obviously want a son to inherit the family business, and seeing that it's a daughter in my womb makes you unhappy."
Hmph, still saying sons and daughters are the same.
This man clearly favored one.
Lily pouted, brushing away Aidan Lucas's arm from around her waist, intending to sit away.
But the man's long arms gathered her in before she could escape and scooped her up.
"Ah..." Lily exclaimed softly.
Next second, she was swept up and sat on his lap.
"Dummy, you really misunderstand me." Aidan Lucas gently held her, cupping her face and pressing his forehead to hers.
