The man's eyes narrowed, revealing a dangerous cold glint.
James Shelton sheepishly withdrew his hand from the baby's face, awkwardly wiping it on his clothes: "Just kidding..."
Did he really look that sleazy?
Edward Stephens turned around, came over with the freshly prepared baby formula, gently picked up his daughter from Daisy Ginger's side, and cradled her in his arms, feeding her the formula.
The little one had a pair of naturally smiling eyes, always looking at people with a grin, completely different from her brother's cold, icy demeanor.
Held by Edward, she obediently drank the formula and soon was full, lying in Edward's arms with closed eyes, dozing off.
The baby was just a tiny bundle, curled up in the man's arms like a kitten, endearingly well-behaved.
Edward lowered his head to look at her, watching for a long time, his facial lines completely softening.
James stood to the side, watching the man's silhouette, tutting twice internally, somewhat envious.
