Elara Don glanced at Damon Hawke's figure, her face slightly flushed.
She quickly looked away and then retreated out.
"Hehe, Daddy, I saw Mommy's face turn red."
"Really? Maybe she was charmed by Daddy's handsome presence."
"Hehe, Daddy, you're so full of yourself."
"If I weren't, how would I have the confidence to pursue your mommy?"
"..."
In the bathroom, the conversation between the two echoed, while Elara Don patted her own cheek, feeling both amused and helpless.
Her skin is thin, hence the blush.
Someone is indeed a narcissist.
Damon Hawke helped the little one put on his clothes, dried his hair, and carried him into the children's room.
Bea's face was rosy, with eyes exceptionally bright.
"Alright, sleep early. Daddy needs to go change out of the wet clothes."
Damon Hawke tucked the little one into bed and ruffled his soft hair.
"Mm, goodnight Daddy."
Bea obediently greeted Damon Hawke, his eyes full of happiness.
