CHAPTER 8: Time over Money

Samantha’s POV

“Thank you, daddy!” I heard Sava’s voice outside her room. I immediately walk in and rebutted her intimate statement.

“Sava you are not allowed to use that word!” I said to her fake sleeping.

Edward made the sound ‘shh…’ and lead me towards the door. He locks the knob and starts to walk heading to our living room. Soon, I followed him.

“Can I ask you something?” he said while getting some books inside his bag on the couch.

“You are already asking,” I retorted.

He smirks and sits comfortably.

“If those books are all about parenting then I would accept that but if you rise your observations and I feel offended again. We better not talk about anything.”

“How come that I offend you in any way?” he said confused.

“You did, and you’d done it perfectly,” I responded looking away at his face.

His forehead is in a curl. Thinking deep about what he's done.

“What was it?” I asked after several minutes that he was stuck on his thought.

“Ah. Yes,” he flips the pages of