“Nomi, I’m your daddy, don’t listen to her.” Henry was pissed, the warmth in his eyes cooled down. His husky voice had a domineering aura that could not be refuted.
He kissed Little Nomi’s cheek unconsciously to claim her as his possession.
Little Nomi’s mood turned better now, but Monique held her forehead with her palm. Had this man gone mad again? He was acting like a spoilt child. How could he be her father?
At this moment, his face was as black as coal, but when he looked into her eyes, he returned to his usual cold expression.
“You…” No, Monique wanted to say something, but when she saw her upset daughter, and the murderous look in Henry’s eyes, she decided to keep quiet.
“Foolish woman, I said I am, therefore, I am!” Henry’s cold and harsh voice was like the cold breeze in the North Pole blowing straight into Monique’s ears.
He did not want to explain to her, he had already given hints, but she still did not get it. It was frustrating.
There was a trace of coldness in his eyes, which gave off a chilling vibe, but there was a strange gleam in his unpredictable dark eyes, like it was hiding something.
He pushed open the car door and went back to the driver seat to start the engine. The hardened expression on his good-looking face was telling her that he was angry when he slammed the car door.
You were not her father anyway, why were you being so mad? Monique was speechless.
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