It was a sacrifice, to even married someone younger than him. But It's addictive, like a drug. He can't ask for more but a perfect wife and little 3 years old daughter. He felt grateful, the gratitude he never will want more than marry someone like you who took his last name, his wealth and even his whole heart and soul.

Inside the car, he drove away with paper bags, ice coffee in your hands after you and your daughter dry his wallet up, but he can't do anything beside just suck it up!

"What do you want to eat?" He repeated, Albert knew you wouldn't answer beside 'Up to you' or 'Whatever'. It makes him gripped the steering wheel and bite down his curse. If only he's not married now, he's not the type who can be patient more than ever.

"Baby? What do you want to eat?" From the view mirror, Albert gaze towards the small creature on the back, with her pink dress, pouting and crossing her arms.

Kayla whines, "I don't want to tell you," She sounds upset with her frown.

"Oh fuck," He slams his fist against the steering wheel, Albert takes a deep breath and shook he's too old for this. "Just like her mama," he mumbled.

Before he leaning back and began to says, "Cmon, just tell me," he reffering to the both of his wife and kid. But there's a subtle small smirk as he felt amused to this kind of silly problem he facing right now.