C142 He Was Just a Substitute!

"Little Flora, if you have anything to say, you can tell Uncle Preston."

Preston sat on the sofa with her in his arms. His gaze was gentle and his voice was extremely soft.

Flora pursed her pink lips and pulled his rough palm. Just as she was about to write, Lottie walked out of the kitchen.

She held a bowl of food in each of her hands and said with a smile, "The dinner is ready. Come and eat