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"Why isn't Momom awake yet..." Leo couldn't wait any longer.
Wayne Bailey clenched a newspaper in his hand, restless and never before feeling so guilty and panicked.
"Daddy!"
Wayne Bailey frowned and returned to his senses, pressing a hand on his temples. Would she find out? He impulsively did what he did last night...
As much pleasure he took in taking advantage of her, now he feels an equal amount of regret, afraid the façade he so painstakingly maintained would be shattered by his own hands.
Of course, he would never admit it... even if it killed him.
Leo, sticking his little butt out, searched in the wardrobe: "Should Leo wear these socks or these?"
Wayne Bailey held back his impatience: "Is there a difference?"
"Don't know what color Momom likes..." Leo murmured, glancing at the turmeric-colored scarf around his neck and pulling out a pair of yellow socks.
"Young master, Ms. Sullivan has arrived..." A servant's voice sounded at the door.