Gordon opened his mouth wide and bit down on the spoon. He squinted, savoring the taste, then nodded in satisfaction. He turned to Yuri Sinclair and asked, "Daddy, do you like salad?"
Yuri Sinclair froze, about to shake his head, but then he chuckled.
'That's my boy. Such a clever little devil!'
"I love it, of course I do. But Daddy can't reach it from here," Yuri Sinclair said, feigning misery.
Gordon blinked and said to Summer in a sweet, wheedling voice, "Summer, Daddy says he likes fruit salad, too. You should feed him, okay?"
'This child! He's driving me crazy! I've raised him for five years, and he's already more loyal to his biological father, who he's known for less than a day!'
But as the saying goes, when you're under someone else's roof, you have to bow your head.
She was the one who wanted to stay and fight him for custody of their child, so she had to be the one to give in.
