Daddy, don't flirt

After a short silence, Chris Lockwood spoke. “If something worries you, don’t hold it in your heart.”

Reaching out, he rubs Jamie's hair as his eyes dote on her.

“Older brother, I’m okay. It was only the bungee jumping that made me a bit unwell. Jamie Moore lets out a smile, but it wasn’t pretty. Her face was so pale, people would think she was heartbroken and in pain. Chris Lockwood sighs softly as he caresses her hair more gently for fear that he would tear it off.

If he had to guess, this was all related to the person she likes the most; the man named Dan William. When he found her a few years ago, she looked exactly like she does now. It seemed as if his sister was doomed to forever be a part of that man’s life. Chris Lockwood narrowed his eyes, his thoughts becoming complicated. The sudden ring of a phone distracts Jamie Moore, drawing her back into reality, “Hello?”

“Madam, I have received news from President William. Tonight, on the ninth floor of the Star theatre, President William will be hosting a party for his friends and acquaintances. I am to enquire if Madam would like to attend the party”. Secretary Sam says over the phone. His words momentarily brought back the illness she had just been feeling. Her eyes shone brightly, and she quickly replied.

"Tell me the time, and I will be there tonight". After hanging up the phone, Jamie is full of fighting spirit. Although still pale, her drive was returning to her eyes. As long as she knew where Dan William was, she had a way of explaining everything clearly. "Isn't there someplace to be? Let's go. I'll escort you".

phone. He gently smiled, giving her encouragement. “Brother, you’re the

a helpless smile. “You are like my sister. If I’m not good to you, who

But at the thought of Dan William’s cold command that time, he decided to report anyways. The night scene is

she went in? At that time, a waiter passes by her, carrying a vase with flowers. Her eyes flash, and she reaches out and pulls a flower from the vase. “Excuse me, I apologize, I would like to borrow this flower”. She says to the waiter with a smile. The waiter frowns and is just about to say something when he notices that even

plucking petals; go in, don’t go in. Leaning against the wall of the box, she reaches for one petal and pulls it. But before she could start counting, a shadow

a bad mood, she would squat down to grab some mud to throw it at his face. She throws the

not.…...I’m

anyway, and she’s not ready to go in. Before she can get herself ready, she finds herself in the private room that is bustling with people and full of laughter. As Bruce Hill goes in, the eyes of a few people fall on him. They start teasing him, saying that he is

in the private room occasionally fall on him, making his facial features even more profound and charming. Anyone would be able to feel the