Lucas Scott gritted his teeth, took a step to follow, but didn't get too close.
Little Princess is still young, he couldn't be so overbearing; he had to give his Little Princess space, let her make friends...
Lucas Scott, gritting his teeth and clenching his jaws, silently reminded himself in his heart.
Afraid he couldn't resist rushing over to pick her up and walk away!
What's so good about Simon, is he better looking than Daddy?
"Brother Simon." Isla ran happily over, completely ignoring the inner drama of Lucas Scott, charged straight into the Reading Room calling Simon's name.
The small Reading Room was very simple in its setup.
With only a few rows of bookshelves, it didn't take long to search every nook and cranny.
Isla stood in front of a row of bookshelves, her little fingers awkwardly pointing together, mumbling, "Brother Simon is gone..."
Her soft little body twisted, dragging her unhappy footsteps, she walked to the Long bench beside and sat down heavily.
