Sophia looked at Michael in confusion and blinked. Her face was tear-stained, and she couldn’t help choking on her tears. “Weren’t you fighting with my father just now—”
“It was faked. Your father and I were only acting,” Michael quickly replied. He was afraid that if he confessed any later, she would overthink it.
“Acting…” It felt like her brain wasn’t working. All the brawling, quarreling, and opening old wounds… All of that was just an act? Before she could work through her confusion, his hot lips pressed against hers and forced all her doubts away. The two of them kissed quietly in that secluded corner of the garage. Tenderly kissing her on the lips, he used his actions to express his love for her.
After the kiss, she panted; she was slightly out of breath. Her small mouth opened and closed, breathing in the ambiguous air between them. A light sheen of sweat formed on her skin, and her eyes seemed to be shrouded in mist. Half-closing her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly as if tears still clung to them.
He pressed his forehead against hers and closed his eyes as if he was reminiscing the feeling of the kisses they shared mere moments ago. Their lips were only several centimeters apart, and they could feel the heat of each other’s ragged breathing. There seemed to be an invisible and alluring sense in the air, attracting them to each other. The kiss mark he placed on her neck glimmered with a familiar sense of seduction. However, he knew that now was not the time for this.
She grabbed his shoulder and questioned him again in an uncertain tone. “It really was just an act, right? You’re not fighting with my father or my brother, right?”
Although she knew that Michael wasn’t an impulsive man, the words they exchanged just now were too harsh. Did he really need to say such hurtful words for the sake of an act?
He breathed out a sigh through his nose. “Yeah. Your father knew I was acting too. But, his acting skills are far too clumsy. It’s difficult to fool anybody with that level of acting, so I said some hurtful stuff to agitate him and cause an outburst of emotions in him… I didn’t mean to hurt him, and I will apologize for it later.”
Upon hearing those words, she couldn’t help laughing a little. I knew it; Michael is a coward. How could he possibly pick a fight with Cooper? No, he’s not a coward. It’s only because Cooper is my father that he has to back down. Still… was he really not taking the opportunity to pick a fight with Cooper to vent his hatred?
Afterward, the family of three returned to Villa No.8, The Imperial. As soon as Carmen arrived home, she took out her customized accounting book and started balancing her accounts. She carried the book around with her wherever she went. Any time she made some money, she would carefully record it into the book. From the money she received from letting her friends at the kindergarten play with Judge to the salary she received from filming; she recorded everything down clearly without missing a single decimal point.
One had to admit that children with strong genes always got the longer stick in life. Although Carmen was just about to turn four, she could already do complicated multiplications and divisions. Recently, she even started learning how to do multivariate quadratic equations. Although she couldn’t compare to her uncle who was defying logic at the age of four, she was very advanced compared to her peers.
I’m going to balance my accounts today. I need to check if I’ve been losing money! Thus, she earnestly counted with her fingers, borrowing the help of a calculator once in a while. Among all the various skills she had, she was the best at math.
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