Asher Land felt sowhat helpless, looking at the child on the verge of losing control, and at this mont didn’t know what to do.
This was his son, believing in him for the first ti, but because of a misunderstanding, he let him down.
"Last night, it wasn’t intentional that I didn’t co. Just like your Uncle Davis, if I had known your mom was sick, no matter how late, I would have rushed over, you know?" Asher tried patiently to explain to Alexander, but Alexander was completely unreceptive.
Last night, Asher didn’t co. He was already very disappointed and hurt, but this morning, mom was bullied by that pretty lady, and...
"Uncle, there’s another pretty aunt living in your house, so why are you coming after mom? I don’t believe you truly like mom."
Clearly, Alexander had a deep misunderstanding of Asher Land.
"You’ve got it wrong, I don’t like her..."
Asher felt he’d never been so patient before, but no matter how good-tempered and patient he was, his son simply wouldn’t accept it.
"If you don’t like her, why are you living with her?"
"..."
"Besides, I haven’t noticed that you like mom at all; you haven’t shown anything?"
"..."
Was it that he didn’t express enough, or was it not obvious enough?
Asher suddenly pulled a slight smile, looking down at the indignant little one, whispering, "Every night I tease your mom, that’s the best expression..."
"No, it’s not!" Alexander shook his head vigorously, "You said it yourself, that’s teasing, not liking!"
Alexander was sowhat obstinate and stubborn, "Liking should be like Uncle Davis; whenever mom is in trouble, he would definitely co over."
The little one was still brooding over the fact that he didn’t co last night; didn’t he receive the call?
"How many tis do you want to say it? Last night, it wasn’t on purpose." Asher’s voice turned slightly serious; he tugged Alexander, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, up to stand in front of him.
"Do I really annoy you that much?" He raised an eyebrow, asking casually, but God knows how anxious and uneasy he was inside.
Alexander looked down at the floor, refusing to answer him.
"Tell , do I really annoy you?"
His patience was always limited, and he tried hard to restrain himself in front of his son, but there was no guarantee he wouldn’t explode.
"Yes, anyway, I just don’t like you."
Asher’s body stiffened, his mind probably went blank for two seconds.
Suddenly, he bent down and effortlessly picked up the little one.
"What are you doing?" Alexander was sowhat apprehensive.
"Doing what? Heh, don’t you dislike ? I’ll just do sothing to make you dislike even more."
Asher’s mouth curved into a harmless smile, and unexpectedly, he wanted to teach this little rascal a lesson.
He carried Alexander into the living room and tossed him onto the sofa.
"Do you prefer to get your butt spanked or your cheeks slapped?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You, you’re going to hit ?" Alexander looked incredulous, his body curling up and retreating.
Asher didn’t respond, just seriously nodded.
"Mom!" Alexander seed to rember sothing, quickly shouting for help towards the room.
"Mom, Uncle wants to hit !"
"Go ahead, the louder you scream, the harder I’ll hit." Asher shalessly threatened.
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