"Asmara, there is someone who wants to meet you." Prime Minister Hayandani smiled, patting the little girl's delicate shoulder and pushing her gently toward Liam. "Go and greet your father."
Asmara's eyes brightened upon hearing the word father. She looked up at the older man with delight. Then she glanced shyly at the man standing a few meters away.
Liam was already on his feet, staring at the cute little girl before him with a conflicted gaze. He wanted to approach her; however, his feet seemed nailed to the floor, and he could not take another step. If it weren't for Klein giving him a slight push, his body would not move yet.
He took a few steps forward. Then, he kneeled on one knee and queried the little girl.
"Are you Asmara?"
He wanted to smack himself on the back of his head. For so many first words he could say to his daughter, why must he ask her of her name? Hasn't the older man Hayandani just mentioned her name?
