"Mmm~" The little girl in his arms sniffled a few times, as if she knew that the person holding her was her father. Soon, she stopped crying, and looked at Lucas Scott with her big watery eyes.
The small mouth made a smacking sound, with a trace of saliva.
Indescribably cute.
"I am... Father." Lucas Scott looked at the baby in front of him, at her little face that closely resembled Stella York's, and tightened his arms around her silently.
Just a simple sentence, and his eyes turned red.
She is his daughter, his and Stella York's daughter.
She really looks a lot like her.
"I'm sorry, it's Father's fault." Lucas Scott held the soft little girl in his arms, picked up the towel and gently wiped the snot and tears from her face.
Once the little girl stopped crying, her face became rosy and she puckered her mouth, as if wanting milk, looking as cute as a glutinous rice ball.
