Why don't you smile often?

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Inside the mansion.

Wayne carefully brought Kaylar to her room in fear of her waking up.

His steps and actions were careful and unhurried as he laid her on the bed.

After that, he stood there in contemplation.

He was caught between calling for the head made to clean her up or doing it himself.

After a hard thought, he chose the latter. He did it before so he could do it again.

He then folded his sleeves and gently picked Kaylar from the bed then headed into the bathroom to wash her up.

A few minutes later.

Wayne walked out of the closet with Kaylar in his arms.

She was still asleep and was dressed in a thigh-high nightie.

Wayne gently laid her on the bed and proceeded to cover her with a duvet.

He planted a soft kiss on her cheeks after tucking her in.

Kaylar's eyes abruptly opened and Wayne was caught by surprise.

Before he could register what was going on, into his brain, he was suddenly pulled down to the bed by Kaylar as she straddled on his waist.

"Kaylar?" Wayne called out as