Young Kallum knew that Calista before him was to be his future wife, but he was young and had little knowledge about the concept of it. He only reckoned that he would have to take care of her in the future.
Hmm... she really is quite adorable.
Meanwhile, Calista looked at him cluelessly, grinning away. Just then, a gentle voice rang out from behind her.
“Mr. Kallum, I'm getting on in years and find it hard to carry her. Could you help me look after her? I'll head to the living room to fetch Edwin to take over. It won't take long.”
Kallum thought he must have misheard Tanya. I'm only seven years old. How can I be expected to look after a little girl? Sure enough, this elderly lady is up in years and has gotten senile.
However, given that she was a guest, he still agreed and nodded assertively despite his impatience. He replied concisely and to the point, “Sure.”
Tanya stifled a laugh. “Then, thank you, Mr. Kallum.”
As she spoke, she left without a worry in the world, completely disregarding the fact that Kallum was only seven years old.
Seeing that the little girl in front of him neither cried nor made a fuss but merely looked around curiously, Kallum felt much better, for he couldn't stand little brats who wailed endlessly.
He lifted her off the window sill, waiting for her grandfather to arrive. He was worried that she might fall before anyone else came, so he had no choice but to hold her in his arms. She's such a soft and fragrant bundle, nice to carry...
Kallum was ultimately still a child. After “playing” with Calista, the displeasure that lingered within him previously gradually faded away. She was so tender and warm that he didn't want to put her down.
Conversely, Calista merely laughed, thinking that he was playing with her. When she caught Kallum's scent, she suddenly exclaimed in a juvenile voice, “Kallum, you smell so good.”
After saying that, she nestled into his arms like a puppy. She sniffed around while Kallum held her carefully, ensuring that she didn't slip and fall.
When Calista's delicate little hand brushed against his face, young Kallum finally couldn't help but blush. However, he said sternly, “All right, sit properly! And no touching allowed!”
Calista paid him no mind. She continued touching him for a while, causing Kallum to grow increasingly anxious, sitting upright and alert.
Only then did she say with a smile, “Grandma said you're unhappy. Why are you unhappy?”
Kallum harrumphed. “I'm not unhappy at all!” Nonetheless, his brows furrowed when Calista brought that up, his dejected visible.
Calista's eyes flickered. Then, she lowered her head, her chubby little hands rummaging beneath her adorable pink inner vest.
Young Kallum was a tad curious. What is this clueless little one doing?
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