Chapter 366 The Bruise Tells All

The spontaneous display of affection might have seemed forward to some. For a young child to so freely touch the face of a venerable elder and kiss his forehead could be viewed as overly familiar, even presumptuous.

Helena was on the verge of reprimanding such boldness when Winston spoke first, his voice warm and unbothered. "Alright. Whatever my dear boy says. I will be good and listen."

"Good!"