Chapter 125. Dead

Upon seeing Farrell’s car a few steps away, Aneira hurriedly parted from the Cirillo family and ran toward Farrell. “Hubby,” she called sweetly and beamed at him.

Farrell's cold expression softened, and he found himself unable to get annoyed at the adorable woman. Still, he stretched out his hand and pinched her squishy cheeks with feigned anger.

“Ouch. Ouch, it hurts, Hubby. Hurry up and let go,” Aneira cried dramatically in a soft and coquettish voice.

Farrell’s mood softened, and he rubbed Aneira’s hair endearingly. He lowered his head and placed a kiss at the corner of her lips. “You look beautiful, Aneira.” He confessed sincerely and whispered something in her ear.

Aneira’s ears reddened, and her face flushed like a tomato. She stretched out her hand and pinched Farrell’s waist shyly.