Chapter 111: Spending Time with my Youngest Daughter

The car slowly drove to a stop and after packing, I stepped off it.

The moment I got down, I walked back into the house.

Thankfully, it was the weekend, so it was completely understandable if I had to go out, my wife wouldnt feel too bothered about my wearabouts.

As soon as I reached to open the door, it opened on its own and a familiar figure came into view.

"Good mor...." Sophie subconsciously glanced up to greet me when her voice trailed off and she fell into a daze staring at me.

"Mmm... Sophie?" I gave her a light pinch on her cheek, but it couldn’t stop her cheeks from going flushed.

"D...dad?" Sophie called out to be sure she wasn’t seeing things.

How could someone change so much in a single night?

Her face was filled with surprise.

"Where are you off to?" i asked curiously with a nonchalant expression on my face.

I knew she was only reacting like this because my charm was now at an absurd level, 200.

It made me curious what charm surpassing one thousand corruption points would be like.

And higher?

"I w... wanted to go and water the garden." Sophie breathed, and tried to calm her racing heart.

"Really? What happened to Jane or Avery?"

"They went out with mom." Sophie stared down with a disappointed expression.

"I just woke up when I received the message. Mom said that it’s been a while they went out so she took them out for a bit."

"Oh..." I muttered, a little taken aback that Evelyn had decided to go out with both girls.

I glanced down and finally noticed the green, garden rubber gloves wrapped around Sophie’s hand.

She also had a watering kettle in her hand.

The garden wasn’t too large, and just contained a few flowers, so it wasn’t going to take her much time to finish watering it.

"Would you like me to join you?" I suggested and Sophie immediately nodded her head like she had been waiting for the offer all along.

I smiled and leaned forward to collect the watering kettle from her.

"I... I’ll go get another set of glove for you." Sophie smiled and rushed inside before I could say anything more.

I glanced down at the watering kettle then chuckled and walked over to the garden.

...

Sophie rushed all the way into her room and jumped onto the bed.

She screamed into her pillow so loudly that it would have torn it to shreds.

After screaming a second time, she came back to her senses.

’Oh gosh, he’s so handsome.’ She muttered to herself, clearly speechless at how handsome her dad was.

How could someone be so handsome?

She tried to recall how her dad looked like previously but the image failed to appear in her mind.

All she could recall was that handsome face and charming smile she had witnessed just moments ago.

Her heart continued pounding in her chest and she couldn’t help but lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling silently lost in thought.

Suddenly her eyes widened and she recalled the reason she came inside in the first place.

"That’s right, I came to get gloves for dad." She jolted to her feet, realising that it was just both of them at home.

Just as she was about to head over to the kitchen to get the gloves, her movements stalled and she noticed her reflection in the mirror.

Her eyes were a little smuged with the remnants of sleep and she was dressed in a loose black pants that was baggy, and hugged her frame so lightly that it made her curves not visible in the slightest.

Her shirt was also baggy and loose, while her hair was tied up into a messy bun.

Comparing how she looked, to her father, Sophie’s facial expression changed drastically.

’Dad saw me like this?’ She was mortified at the thought.

She looked like complete crap!

Sophie stared at her reflection once more and felt embarrassed looking at herself.

Without hesitation, she had a very brief shower and wore something different, and more appealing.

’I’ve wasted so much time, dad must be pissed at me,’ Sophie thought with a wry smile as she emerged from the kitchen with a second pair of gloves in her hand.

She rushed towards the garden with brisk steps and closed the sitting room door behind her.

In moments she reached the location of the garden and she couldn’t help but pause in her steps.

Her dad stood casually, as the golden rays of sunlight cascaded on his handsome, perfect appearance.

He was only casually pouring water from the watering kettle onto the plants in flower pots, but he made the gesture effortlessly breathtaking.

His movements were fluid like the ocean, and gentle like a light spring breeze as he casually turned and his attention shifted to another flower pot.

"Oh, Sophie, you’re here?" I smiled, and my eyes shifted a little in confusion as I noticed how different she looked.

’So that’s why she took so much time?’ I chuckled, staring at my daughter with a light hearted expression on my face.

Sophie could be seen dressed in a light, mini skirt that hugged her bubble butt perfectly and showed her fair, tender thighs.

Her long legs seemed endless. It’s as smooth, and without any blemish, there wasn’t even the slightest hair on it making her look even more alluring.

She had a light blue crop top that matched perfectly with her dark blue mini skirt.

Her cute, belly button and smooth fair stomach separated the two fabric from each other.

Upon closer look, I realized that in just a few days, Sophie’s breast seemed to have grown by a little.

Of course this wasn’t completely noticeable, but with my absurd senses, I immediately caught such minor changes.

"Thank you for the gloves." I walked over to her with light steps and collected the gloves from her with a charming smile on my face.

"Y... yes..." Sophie was internally embarrassed by how flustered she was acting but she couldn’t help it.

She didnt know how to act infront of me any more.

"Are you sure you’re alright? You seem flustered. If you’re feeling fine you can head in while I water the garden myself." I placed the back of my hand on Sophie’s head to feel her temperature as I said.

"N—no, I’m fine. I’m just a little... sleepy." Sophie quickly replied and added the first word that came to her mind.

She quickly walked over to the watering kettle before I could say anything more and began watering the plant.

I stared at her for a moment and chuckled to myself then walked over and picked up a scissors.

Sophie watched me curiously as I picked up the scissors and walked over to her location.

I shifted my attention to the flower pot just beside the one she was watering and began trimming it.

My movements were light and fluid as I slowly trimmed the edges of the plants, while at the same time cutting out a few branches that weren’t supposed to be there.