The man looked at the obedient girl, bit her little face, and asked, "Maya, do you like Christopher?"
"I like him!"
"How much do you like him?"
"Very much, very much."
"Little thing, don't be anxious."
"Chris…"
Maya kept calling Liam's name; she liked being wrapped in his love, liked how he enveloped her with such tenderness, liked how comfortable he made her feel, liked being tightly embraced in his arms, merging into one. Only by Liam's side did Maya feel completely whole and happy.
She enjoyed the way he treated her, every single act of kindness was savored. She wanted more of his love, an immeasurable amount.
…
At this moment, in Seven's apartment, she recalled Maya's charming cry just now, with a bitter smile at the corner of her mouth.
On the phone, she knew exactly what Liam was doing with Maya.
She envied the love Liam showered upon Maya and wished she could have such love for herself.
