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".

you’re the best”. Jamie Moore happily threw herself into his arms and hugged him. It

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

two as they hugged in the restaurant, wondering if he should tell the young master about what he was seeing. But at the thought of Dan William’s cold command that time, he decided to report anyways. The night scene is like ink. At about seven o’clock, Jamie Moore arrives at Star Theatre. With a VIP card, she smoothly enters the ninth floor.

pulls a flower from the vase. “Excuse me, I apologize, I would like to borrow this flower”. She says to the waiter with

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 appears in front of her. “Little Jamie Moore? Why are you standing here? Did you come to see your husband?” Jamie

the petals in his face. “But why are you standing here? Are you coming in with me?” Bruce Hill didn't care about her behavior, because since young when Jamie Moore was in a bad mood, she would squat down to grab some mud to throw it at his face. She throws the flowers at him, and he surprisingly gets an impulse to cry out for such merciful kindness. Right

it’s not.…...I’m not

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

occasionally fall on him, making his facial features even more profound and charming. Anyone would be able to feel the air of keeping-every-creature-away