Jake grabbed the corner of Michael's shirt and shook it a few times as he requested like a baby, "Mr. Lucas... Mummy and I would really love to have a drink. I forgot to include the drinks when ordered take-out. If I were to make another order, it would take a long time for the delivery to arrive."
When Michael continued to remain silent, Jake added, "Mr. Lucas, as you've seen, there's nothing in our fridge at all."
His eyes were clear and bright, and Michael would never have suspected the child's motives if it had been some other kid. However, this boy was his son. Michael kept having a nagging feeling that the child was out to trick him. He found it rather hard to turn the boy down when he looked at him in the eye, though.
Heaving out a sigh of resignation, he patted the boy on the head and gave in. Flashing him a helpless smile, Michael agreed, "Sure. Ill get the drinks."
"Thank you, Mr. Lucas," Jake replied and his lips curled up into a sweet smile.
