Lucas Scott gasped in pain and looked down only to find the Little Princess in his arms poking the sharpest end of the fountain pen into his heart.
Even after hearing his cry of pain, she did not loosen her grip.
A pair of crystal-clear big eyes were wide open, her cheeks puffed up as she glared at him! Glared at him! Glared at him!
It's as if she couldn't poke a hole in him with the fountain pen, she was determined to glare a hole through him!
Lucas's body stiffened as he suddenly remembered that he had a little scoundrel in his arms. She had been quiet the whole time, but she probably guessed that Sheldon Yale wanted to see him in order to deal with her father.
The Little Princess was angry…
Very angry, her delicate little face was turning red with anger.
"I need a day to think," Lucas suddenly spoke.
He neither agreed nor disagreed.
"…" Sheldon Yale was taken aback, watching him in disbelief.
