At this moment, the little one stumbled towards Jeremiah May, instinctively wanting to hug him, but Jeremiah sidestepped to avoid the little one.
Due to inertia, the little one fell face-down, looking quite embarrassed.
Amelia Foster quickly stepped forward to help her daughter up, then kept apologizing to Jeremiah, "Young master, I'm sorry. The little one probably... ran to you because she likes you. She didn't mean any harm." She was deeply afraid her daughter had annoyed this young master again.
After all, last time it was thanks to Master May's intervention that nothing happened.
Like? Jeremiah May's brows furrowed slightly. His youthful face bore a look of contempt.
To him, liking was merely a bother; he had no desire for some little girl's affections.
