Isabella sat at the table, resting her chin on one hand, smiling as she watched Andrew wash the dishes.

When Andrew had almost finished cleaning the kitchen, she approached him, stood on her tiptoes, and gave him a kiss on the cheek as a reward.

Andrew smiled helplessly. A kiss from the little girl was all it took to dismiss his efforts. He felt his labor was a bit undervalued.

"Since the chores are done, how about we go out for a walk?" Isabella said, linking her arm with his and smiling sweetly.

Seeing her smile mischievously like a little fox, Andrew knew she had some ulterior motive.

"Can you...