The seemingly innocent young girl who spoke next said something that nearly drove him to the brink—she actually said she wanted to go on vacation by herself.
"What did you say?" Not spending New Year with him seemed a bit too outrageous.
His face turned slightly pale, and his proud chin revealed his displeasure.
"Don't be like that, don't frown." Avery Jane shifted her position, snuggling into the most comfortable spot on his chest, her delicate fingers tracing lazily over his chest. "Actually, it's all because of you."
Avery Jane nuzzled against his chest like a spoiled kitten. He always had that kind of scent that made her feel warm and safe, a faint musk that invaded her olfactory senses, making her take deep breaths in an attempt to inhale the charming scent fully.
"Explain clearly." The man, displeased, said with a stern face, his large hand caressing her flowing, silky hair.
