Fyodor decided that you’d both finally leave the house, for once. It was nice to finally get some fresh air and spend some leisure time together. He’d taken you to a shopping mall, treating you at its finest.

To say the least, you weren’t used to this kind of affection. To be given such abundant love—it felt foreign to you.

As you were walking down the halls of the plaza, you’d accidentally let slip one of the bags you were carrying. Truth to tell, your hands were cramping and it was starting to get red with all of the things that you were holding.

With the sudden commotion, Fyodor turns to look at you—his expression was a game of poker. You couldn’t distinguish his emotions and that made you the most scared. You felt your hands shaking as you watched him raise a hand at you.

It was something you carried with you for almost your entire life. You didn’t grow up in the most loving household, leaving you some habits that ended up scarring your entire being.

You were ready to feel his palm slap you across the skin of your face. However, it didn’t happen. He wasn’t going to hurt you for such a minor inconvenience. His fingers reach out to your head, ruffling it a little as he pats against it.

“It’s fine, no worries. Let me get it for you.”