Shea Thorne put away her phone and happily headed home with Milo Sinclair.
Mr Thorne had been waiting at home early, and as soon as Shea Thorne opened the door, she rushed in, hugged her dad, and acted cute: "Dad, I missed you so much~"
Milo Sinclair followed her silently, placed his things by the door, and greeted politely, "Good evening, Uncle Thorne."
Although he accepted Milo, Mr Thorne still felt a bit uneasy about Milo Sinclair's age, so his expression was a bit stiff as he agreed.
"Hmm, come in and sit down."
From the start, Milo Sinclair had been humble and respectful, but Mr Thorne still felt as if one of his buddies had tricked his daughter into marrying him.
Milo Sinclair's level of maturity was too high.
"My dad is the best."
Shea Thorne's words were as sweet as honey as she fetched slippers for Milo Sinclair. These were couple's slippers they had bought together when they first moved, and today was the first time he wore them openly.
