Sighing into resignation, Spencer set the snacks aside and crouched beside Mason, trying to comfort him.

Lyon went out into the bedroom and lit a cigarette but did not smoke it. He stared into the billowing cloud, unable to shake his irritation.

He was not compatible with children. Although he had dealt with customers' children at the dining table, they were always polite. He never met a child with that fiery temper.

It should be my fault for not teaching Mason well. Thinking of me, he could not help but recall my stubborn but beautiful face, which further irritated him.

Both I and Mason were hard to manage.

How had...