"Timmy..." Melody Thorne jogged over, somewhat surprised. At this moment, Timmy's gaze was colder than anything, a look not typically seen on a young child,
which made her heart ache a little.
"Melody," Timmy turned his head, and the coldness in his eyes began to thaw.
Even his voice carried a sense of insecurity as he spoke, "Where did you go?"
Melody Thorne lifted Timmy onto the sofa, warming his slightly cool hands. "I went to film. Haven't I just come back?"
"But you didn't even say goodbye to me, nor did you take me with you," Timmy said, feeling wronged.
"Alright, alright, it was my fault, darling. Next time, I'll definitely say goodbye and take you with me, alright?" Melody Thorne kissed his little face, pressing his head against her shoulder. "Why not take a nap? I'll stay home with you tomorrow afternoon, okay?"
It was already past ten at night, and Timmy was indeed sleepy. He closed his eyes, his little hands still clutching her clothes tightly.
