CHAPTER 8
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Liona was adamant about bonding with Donna. She wanted to play with her. And Killian also agreed because after marriage Liona will also take care of Donna.
About half an hour later, Killian appeared at the door of the five-star restaurant holding Donna, and saw Liona in the corner at a glance. He had already booked the entire restaurant because he hates noise, and also because he wanted his private moment with his fiancée.
"Welcome back, Mr King." Everyone in the staff of this restaurant knew him because he would always book this restaurant for his meetings and private meals with his family.
Killian put Donna on the ground, took her hand and walked slowly over. When the sunlight cast Killian's figure on the drawing by Liona, she suddenly looked up.
"Here I am." Liona smiled and waved at him.
Killian seemed to be dazzled by something dazzling and blinked unconsciously, then leaned over and gently kissed the corner of her mouth.
Maybe it was because Killian kissed her every time they met, Liona no longer had much emotion. Her eyes followed Killian's left hand and looked at the child who was not even as tall as the table.
"Is this Donna?" Liona asked.
"Yeah." Killian nodded without further explanation.
Liona likes children very much. She loves to draw children's clothes. And Donna is a very cute child. Liona left her seat and squatted in front of Donna, smiling warmly: "Hello Donna, I am Liona."
Donna looked up at Liona, but there was no further reaction.
Liona looked at Killian in surprise and asked, "Does she not like me very much?"
"She just doesn't like to talk." Apart from telling her that she was his niece. He did not provide any more information about her.
"Do you still remember me?" Liona tried to communicate with Donna again, "That day in the hotel lobby, Sister accidentally knocked your toy off."
Donna blinked but still didn't speak.
Liona has always been popular with children, but this is the first time she has encountered such an embarrassing scene.
"You're wrong." Killian suddenly interrupted.
"What?"
"Not Sister." Killian corrected Liona under her puzzled gaze, "It's Aunt."
Liona knew that her expression was shocked because she felt her eyes widen unconsciously, as if to confirm whether Killian was joking. Liona stared at him for a long time.
Killian was also waiting for Liona's answer.
Liona finally came back to her senses, turned around and took Donna's other hand, smiling gently: "I will be your aunt from now on, I hope you will like me."
Donna still stared at Liona quietly without saying a word.
Liona finally felt something was wrong and couldn't help asking, "Honey, what's wrong..."
"Donna didn't dodge your touch, which proves that she doesn't hate you." Killian seemed not to understand Liona's doubts and went straight to the next topic, "Do you prefer Western food?" He asked.
"Yeah, I like it..."
After deciding what to eat, Liona quickly packed up the drawings, and when she looked up, Killian and Donna were staring at her without blinking.
Liona immediately picked up Donna and sat her up beside her.
Not long after the three of them sat down, the waiter brought the menu. Before she even opened it, she asked, "Is there anything suitable for children?"
After hearing this, Killian glanced at Liona casually. He really wanted to see how she would manage to take care of a baby.
"Yes, we have seafood porridge and egg custard here," the waiter introduced.
"Which one does little Donna like to eat?" Liona asked Donna, who was sitting opposite Killian, but of course she still didn't get an answer. Killian looked unwilling to help, so she hesitated and said directly, "I'll take both of them, and a patch for dessert."
"OK."
Afterwards, the two of them ordered some simple dishes. After the waiter left, the table instantly became quiet. Liona wanted to ask Donna about something, but was afraid that she would be too abrupt, so she could only drink water.
"Are you busy these days?" Killian asked her.
"Tomorrow, I'm working on the design draft these days." Liona explained.
It turned out that she was busy with work. It seemed that she didn't dislike the card he gave her. Killian was pleased.
"I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow when our two families have a party?" Killian said.
Thinking of the party on Sunday, which was equivalent to the ceremony of meeting the parents, Liona was stunned and asked, "Do I need to prepare anything?"
"Just prepare to become a member of the King family." Killian laughed, "You don't need to bring any gifts. What does my family lack?"
"I understand." Liona felt inexplicably depressed. She knew that they were filthy rich, but she still wanted to warm their hearts, cause deep down she desperately wanted family herself.
At this time, the waiter started to serve the dishes, and the three of them began to eat. Donna ate the egg custard in small bites, while Killian started to eat his steak, and didn't eat any vegetables.
Liona had a small appetite, so she felt full after a few bites. She looked up and saw that Donna's mouth was full of food, so she took a napkin and went over to wipe it.
"Honey, are you full? Do you want some more porridge?" Liona asked softly.
Just when Liona thought Donna would still ignore her, she suddenly shook her head. Liona was surprised and asked, "Then do you want pudding?"
Donna's eyes lit up instantly, Liona smiled gently, and turned her head to ask the waiter to bring another dessert.
Killian, on the other side, looked at his niece in surprise. This was the first time that Donna accepted someone so quickly. This has never happened before. It seems that he was right about his decision to marry Liona at home. She will be a good mother to their future children.
After dinner, Killian drove Liona home. She sat in the back seat with Donna. The journey was unusually quiet. Killian did not tease Liona with words. His niece was quietly playing with a puzzle, while Liona was holding a sketchbook and drawing something.
The car arrived at the destination quickly. Liona tore off the sketch she had just drawn and gave it to Donna, saying with a smile, "It was a surprise to see you today. Aunt didn't have time to prepare a gift. This is for you, honey."
Killian turned around when he heard this, stretched out his long arm and took the sketch paper away. On the sketch paper was a cartoon portrait of Donna, with a dining table next to it. Her big eyes seemed to have seen something joyful, and her expression was very vivid.
"This was... when we were eating just now?" Killian asked uncertainly.
"Yes." Liona nodded, then waved to Donna goodbye, opened the car door and got out.
"Liona." Killian suddenly got out of the car. She turned around and saw him walking towards her step by step.
"Donna likes you very much." Killian walked closer and suddenly said.
"I like her, too." Liona likes children, and Donna is cute, well-behaved and quiet.
"When we get married, we will have a family of our own too."
Liona didn't know what Killian meant by this, and she didn't want to think too deeply about it, so she nodded obediently. She know after marriage Killian would demand her to give birth to his next heir. She did not reject this idea of having her own babies anymore, she loved cute Donna. So, naturally, she would also love her own children.
When Killian saw Liona nod, he suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled happily.
This was not the first time Liona saw Killian smile, but it was the first time she saw him smile so... purely. Her heart began to throb violently in her chest.
"Are we taking Donna with us when we go on our honeymoon?" Liona suddenly asked.
Killian raised his eyebrows, and the smile in his eyes instantly became ambiguous. He stretched out a hand to touch Liona's soft and smooth cheek, and said slowly: "Although I am very happy that you both get along well, it will be inconvenient for us to take Donna with us."
"Donna is very well-behaved..."
"Are you running away from me again?" Killian suddenly leaned forward and interrupted what Liona was about to say. With their foreheads touching, his eyes showed the familiar evil look again.
"You...don't get so close." Liona pushed away with difficulty.
"Our wedding night is the deadline I give you, Liona. If you aren't ready by then, I can't help you," Killian said softly.
"I didn't escape." Liona defended herself.
"That's good." Killian seemed very satisfied with her answer. He kissed her lips in this position and gently touched them with his tongue, urging her to accept him.
Liona obeyed his dominant kiss, welcoming Killian's overbearing and rough kiss. His aggressiveness was so strong that she lost her balance, and when her body fell backwards, she reflexively grabbed his broad shoulders. Killian seemed to be stimulated by something, and the hand on her waist suddenly exerted force, deepening the kiss.
When the two separated, a few strands of silver silk threads flashed ambiguously under the streetlights. Liona saw the madness and danger in Killian's eyes, while he saw the confusion and fragility in Liona's eyes.
Killian didn't like the look in her eyes and suddenly let go: "Go upstairs, I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow."
"Yeah." Liona took a half step back.
Killian frowned, but didn't say anything. He turned and walked back to the car. When he opened the door and was about to get in, Liona suddenly called him.
"Killian."
Killian looked back in surprise, this was the first time she had called out to him.
"Why did you change your marriage partner to me?" Liona asked.
"..." Killian recalled for a while and said, "It's because..."
"You changed to me... does it mean that you like me a little bit?" Liona did not listen to Killian's answer, but asked the next question.
"Of course I like it. I think I've shown it clearly enough." Killian smiled cynically and touched his lips ambiguously when he finished speaking.
"Okay." Liona's eyes suddenly became firm, "I will also start to like you...slowly from now on."
When Killian drove away, his expression was a little confused. What Liona had just said kept replaying in his mind. When he was at a loss for words, he began to consult Donna.
"Why do you think she will start to like me? It's enough that she likes everything I can give her."
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