His voice was soft and gentle, a low and mellow tone that was incredibly magnetic. It carried a subtle, lingering affection, a tingling warmth that teased Evelyn Grant's ear, making it impossible not to want to draw closer.
Evelyn Grant snuggled in his arms, wrapping her own around his waist and burying herself in his warm embrace.
Preston Keaton savored her closeness, smiling as he lifted her up like a child, letting her sit in the crook of his arm before turning to leave.
Evelyn Grant buried her head in the hollow of his shoulder, curling up sleepily and wrapping her arms around his shoulders in fascination.
From behind, Sophie Keaton watched their every move, completely speechless.
'He's so spoiling her that she doesn't even have to walk anymore. He wishes he could hold her every second, see her every moment. If Dad ever heard about this, he'd call him absurd all over again.'
But there was no need for the news to travel.
