C679 The Temper of the Eldest Young Master

Henry Wilson looked at her constantly biting on her dessert. His bright eyes peeked over from time to time, like a kitten that was afraid of being chased away by its owner.

For no reason at all, his heart was filled with a gentleness that he did not even notice.

He stretched out his slender finger and wiped the sesame seeds stuck to the corners of his mouth