Cheney's POV
At dawn, I rolled over and woke up, looking down at the woman in my arms and sighing, this stupid woman.
I got up, helped her put on her nightgown, and took her back to their bedroom. Early in the morning, Afra woke up, looked at Krista and me, and bent her eyes. When she just wanted to wake up her aunt, I gently covered her mouth.
Afra looked at me with wide eyes. "Mm-hmm."
"Shh.." My hand in her lips compared, and softly said, "Your aunt was tired last night, don't wake her up."
Afra nodded, I let go of my hand, Afra threw herself into my arms, and whispered, "Uncle, why do you always come back so late? Fortunately, I helped you accompany Aunt, otherwise, she would be lonely."
I smiled and pinched her little fleshy face. "What you did was great, baby girl."
Looking at Krista sideways, I said, "Put on your clothes, and I'll take you downstairs."