Chapter 3

A little figure stood in the doorway.

With big eyes and thick brows, he looked like a perfect little gentleman doll. He wore a small suit with suspenders, the very picture of a young master.

At the moment, he was glaring at me with a gloomy expression.

I knew what this meant - he was hungry.

In the past, I would have rushed over with a big grin, hugging and kissing his chubby cheeks no matter how much he struggled. I'd cackle like a witch and exclaim, "Who's this adorable little angel? Let auntie give you a big kiss!"

But I couldn't do that now.

If there really were cameras like James said, I had to maintain my image.

Even if it was a lie, surely James wasn't watching 24/7. Maybe I still had a chance to fix things.

"Emily, you are graceful and virtuous. You are gentle and kind," I told myself.

So I put on my most gentle smile and glided over to the little boy. I crouched down and said softly, "Sweetie, are you hungry? Would you like auntie to make you some pasta?"

The boy was stunned.

He even took a step back.

After hesitating for a while, he frowned and said: "Did you take the wrong medication?"

"..."

I raised a finger to cover my smile: "What are you saying, darling? I've always been like this."

The boy thought for two seconds, then turned and ran to his room. Soon he came back with a water gun from who knows where. He started spraying me, as if trying to take me down on the spot.

The stream was very strong, hitting me right in the face.

I stopped smiling.