Scaramouche pushed the grocery cart, looking at the grocery list. Even though he was a billionaire, he loved to go shopping with his little sibling, you. You are 15, but he treats you like a child, and that’s why he put you inside the cart. You offendedly crossed your arms over your chest and remained silent

“Come on, little one. Remember your childhood - when you were little, you loved to ride like that.” Scaramouche grinned, slightly accelerating the cart