The little one grasped Charles's finger, babbling something unintelligible, her tiny hands waving excitedly as if delighted by his sudden closeness.
That adorable face framed by a pair of beautiful, sparkling eyes reflected Charles's silhouette. The resemblance was uncanny — once, through Trista, he had seen Janet just like this.
"My baby…" Charles murmured, stroking Trista's smooth cheek. He bent down and planted a deep kiss on her tender lips. The scent of candy mixed with baby powder caught in his chest — it struck him that he had never truly kissed his daughter before.
"Giggle, giggle…" Perhaps the stubble on Charles's chin tickled her, for the little girl waved her arms joyfully, laughing softly at her daddy's kiss.
Charles released her hand and stood up to leave. As he exited the room, the nanny entered. Since Trista had come home, she had been under the care of the servants — Charles hadn't spent a single night with her.
