As Connor pondered, his eyes were zooming into Cara's hair from time to time, readying himself and eyeing for a chance to pull out a couple strands of Cara's hair.
However, before he could do anything, Braylee pulled him onto her lap and ordered him to sleep.
Connor found himself held down and could not move, hence he secretly sighed and resigned to the situation.
Seemed like all avenues had been closed and the next opportunity could only be found next time.
Mommy is really holding me back.
Suddenly, the cell phone in Braylee's bag started to vibrate.
She took out her phone and saw that there was a message.
Seeing the sender's name, she smiled slightly, and quickly opened the text message to check the content.
Are you home yet?
Braylee typed her reply: Not yet. Will be home soon!
Awesome! The person on the other end sent a one-word voice reply. No other audio message followed after that.