“Uncle, I brought lunch.”

Your voice echoed through Dominic’s mansion; you placed the lunch prepared by your mother on the table and then casually walked through the grandeur until you reached the room where Dominic often spent his time.

“Again, sweetheart?” Dominic lifted his gaze to look at you. He sat cross-legged on the floor, his hands dirty with clay, and in front of him was a spinning tool for making clay crafts. “Tell your dad I don’t need food from him. I can take care of myself just fine; there are plenty of servants here who can make me lunch.”

“Yeah, while you’re single as hell, that doesn’t sound convincing to my dad.” You crouched in front of him, watching him as he made a clay vase. “Why do you make such useless things, Uncle? You could buy ready-made ones from the pottery store.”

Dominic chuckled. “I was enjoying my free time, sweetheart.” He took some water to dampen his hands and continued shaping the clay vase that was only halfway formed. “Want to try it, hmm?”

You glanced at him, then at the clay vase, and finally at his lap. Yeah, if you wanted to try it, that meant you had to sit on his lap.