He'd just woken up, his Hair a little messy.
A few strands of Short hair were still sticking up, giving his delicate face a hint of lazy charm.
It made him look even more like a Young Master from a wealthy family.
He was wearing the white shirt and suspenders Victoria Gibson had just bought him, a mix of handsome and a touch of roguishness.
Only Five years old, yet there was already a calmness about him that could captivate people; when he grows up, who knows how many girls he'll end up tormenting…
Victoria Gibson cursed silently in her heart.
The corners of her mouth lifted in a smile as she pinched his face. "A Child should act like a Child. What's with worrying about so many things? Just go play properly."
"...But I have to protect Miss Gibson." Simon's brows furrowed even tighter, as if he didn't agree with her, yet he obediently didn't argue back.
