"Sure! I love eating whatever you cook, Rose." Yerick hauled Steve up and cradled him in his arms. "Hey, little guy! Do you miss me?"

Steve suddenly raised a hand and hit Yerick's cheek in disdain, as if trying to push him away.

Yerick frowned. "Why did you hit me? Are you allowed to bully others just because you're small?"

Steve laughed and hit him again.

"Stevie, what are you doing?" Rosalie approached them. "No hitting. That's no good."

If he picked up the bad habit of hitting others even before he turned one, it would only get worse as he grew older.

"I think Stevie likes me. Children are often bolder around people they feel closer to. It's fine, he can hit me a few more times." Yerick didn't mind it at all. Steve was just an infant, so what did he have to fear? Would Steve devour him? Yerick lifted Steve high, and Steve chuckled gleefully.

"Have fun, you guys. I'll go prepare the food," Rosalie said.

Yerick looked around him. "Rose, where is he?"

was referring to. "He had something to attend to so

did you two get to know each other? He looks so frightening, I'm

I got to know in Melrine. He's a good man, don't let his

glanced shiftily around the place. "Seems like you quite

in the

treat him only as a

Rosalie said. "All of you are my friends, and I treat all of

to be biased toward me. You know that I like you, Rose. I'm

take him seriously. Yerick was a few years younger than her and still a boy

was unlike being

sometimes even a little awkward. Both of them looked at her with such fiery

like her, she didn't feel much pressure-perhaps because she could dismiss Yerick as

it again after a few years," Rosalie said. "You're still young and have plenty of chances to meet ladies of your age. When that happens, you won't like

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