A smile spread faintly on Canillas' lips. He grabbed Joanna's hand that was on his arm, clasping it and bringing it close to his lips. He kissed the back of Joanna's hand, causing his lips to be caressed by her soft skin.
"You don't want to see that little boy?"
Joanna, whose heart fluttered by the warm and slightly wet sensation on her skin, narrowed her eyes. "Little boy?" she asked, looking at Canillas gave a peck on the back of her hand before he clasped it and brought it in his hand which was back to hug her body.
"The little boy who had made my wife got angry to me because I had crushed the flower he gave to her. And what worst was that he had won my wife's all attention." A heavy sigh escaped Canillas' lips before he grinned, leaving Joanna to regain her relaxed demeanor as she got the point that Canillas aimed.
"Liam. The little boy's name is Liam," Joanna uttered, a warm smile gracing her beautiful face.
"What if we bring him to our home?"
