Skye Brown's eyes showed a moment of daze.
But soon, she recovered.
The corner of her lips lifted into a sarcastic smile, glaring at Dylan Wellington with a complex expression.
"Dylan Wellington, don't even think about it... Unless I'm crazy, I would never..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the little purse she was holding onto excitedly interrupted.
"Marry, marry, marry... Aunt Skye, please say yes to marry my Daddy! If you marry my Daddy, you'll be my mother, and then we'll be a family. We can live together every day, sweet Aunt Skye can sleep with Molly, can hold Molly. Even if Daddy goes out for work, the house won't be just Molly alone... and there won't be those weird Aunties coming to bully Molly..."
The little princess hugged Skye's neck tightly, her chubby cheeks constantly rubbing against Skye's face, unwilling to let go.
"Promise, promise, with Aunt Skye around, Molly won't have a horrible stepmother!"
