"The child's room isn't ready yet, so let her sleep with you tonight,"
Kohli hadn't planned to stay overnight, but before leaving, he pulled Miya Ford closer, his hand clasping her nape.
She quickly covered her mouth.
As Kohli bent over, he paused, just a close distance away, watching her feel uncomfortable, watching her bewildered and helpless, watching her face flush with the heat of his breath, until she could no longer endure it and hinted with her eyes that Sophia was still present, then he generously let her go, only claiming a goodnight kiss on her forehead.
After kissing the elder one, Kohli squatted down to look at the little one.
Sophia immediately mimicked her, covering her forehead.
Kohli chuckled, "Who's going to kiss you?" He poked the child's soft hand gently, coaxing softly, "Be good, don't make trouble for your mom."
He had other things to arrange.
A long line of black cars were parked outside the villa.
Jose Cooper awaited outside: "Boss."