chapter 19 Madeline doesn’t want to grow taller

In a western restaurant, Madeline was sitting on a children's dining chair, with a napkin around her neck, holding a fork in her right hand, picking up a few strands of pasta, and pouting her goldfish mouth to slurp the noodles.

There was a lot of pasta sauce around the mouth, and the lips were shiny.

But the little girl didn't care at all and ate with gusto.

Seamas Grayson sat next to him, with a fatherly smile on his face, a fork in his left hand and a knife in...