From time to time, the sound of a heavy cleaver chopping on the cutting board came from the kitchen.
"Bang bang bang——"
Each sound heavier than the last.
After Mason King carried Abigail Trent to the sofa, she heard the noise and quickly sat up straight, but still looked at him with curious round eyes: "Uncle Turner, since you've kissed my mommy, does that mean I can't marry you when I grow up?"
Just after Mason sat down, he faced such a sharp question from Abigail. He nodded at her seriously: "You could say that."
Abigail's face showed both joy and worry: "Then since I can't marry Uncle Turner, and you've already kissed mommy, you should just be my daddy."
Mason chuckled silently and patted Abigail's head: "Do you really like making decisions for your mom?"