Pampered by Billionaires after Being Betrayed

Chapter 94 Princess Dream

Emily waved her hand to indicate that she was fine. "It's okay, she's very cute," she said.

Hearing someone compliment her daughter's cuteness, the little girl's mother was delighted. She smiled warmly at Emily and said, "She's been reading fairy tales since she was little. We all spoil her, she's like a little princess. Her dad even decorated the house all pink for

her."

Emily chuckled, "You have a happy family."

"You also have a great family," the little girl's mother said, glancing at Jackson. "Is he your boyfriend? He's handsome! And what straight guy would ever paint his car pink? He must have done it for you."

Emily immediately knew she had misunderstood, and hurriedly explained, "He's not my boyfriend, he's my boss. He often likes to paint his car different colors..."

"Not like this," the little girl's mother insisted. "I know better. Men might like bright blue, bright yellow, or even bright purple, but never pink."

Emily raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. She had seen Jackson's car before, and indeed, it was bright blue, bright yellow, and bright purple.

"Especially this Barbie pink. Men only use this color to attract girls. Are you really not his girlfriend?"

"I'm his subordinate."

"...He brought his subordinate to the amusement park?"

Emily continued to explain, "No, we're meeting a client here. The client has a son, so we arranged to meet here."

The little girl's mother nodded, "I see. Well, you two look like the protagonists of a romantic story!"

A romantic story?

Emily smiled wryly. Her life could only be a melodramatic soap opera.

The girl nestled in her mother's arms, "Mom, can I sit in the pink princess car?"

The little girl's mother gently replied, "That's the man's car, dear. If you want to sit in it, you have to ask his permission first."

The little girl immediately fell silent.

Jackson's icy expression made it clear that he was not someone to be trifled with. Although the girl was young, she could tell who was stern and who was gentle. Emily chuckled, "Are you afraid of him?"

The little girl shyly nodded, "That man looks really scary. I don't dare to talk to him."

The little girl's mother also smiled, "Alright, let's go into the amusement park first, so we won't delay their work."Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

The little girl nodded, feeling a bit disappointed, but she kept looking back at Jackson's car.

For her, that car was Cinderella's pumpkin carriage, carrying all her hopes and dreams.

Which girl didn't dream of being beautiful, riding in a beautiful pumpkin carriage, and meeting her prince charming?

But Emily hadn't.

She knew from a young age that she didn't have a mother, and her family was very poor. She didn't dare to have any fantasies; she just wanted to grow up quickly and make money. Life had deprived her of the right to have a childhood, she didn't have the qualifications or time to dream.

But luckily, this little girl could still have a princess dream.

"Wait a moment," Emily caught up with them and said, "Let me ask my boss, he's not really that scary."

"Really?" The little girl's eyes instantly lit up. "You're so kind."

Emily gently touched the little girl's round face. "Can you wait here for me?" she asked.

"Okay!"

The excitement in the little girl's voice was unmistakable.

Turning around, Emily jogged directly towards Jackson.

Jackson caught sight of her from the corner of his eye, took off his sunglasses, and straightened up. "Shit Mr. Morgan is late. I've never waited for anyone!"

Emily smiled, "Maybe he got stuck in traffic?"

"I think he just thinks too highly of himself, deliberately being late. By the way, what were you whispering to a passerby just now?"

Emily took a deep breath and told him about the little girl's wish.

Jackson frowned. "Are you kidding me? My car is not a toy. Why should I let a stranger sit in my car?"

"Hey, keep your voice down..." Emily quickly covered his mouth, gesturing with her eyes towards the girl. She's not far away. It would be so sad if she heard that."

Jackson didn't say anything.

He stood there, staring blankly at Emily. Her furrowed brows carried a hint of gentleness that made it hard to refuse her.

Her hand rested on Jackson's lips, so light, almost not touching them at all, yet his senses were filled with her scent. He wanted to hold her hand and kiss her.

"Boss?" Seeing him silent for so long, Emily waved her hand in front of his eyes. "I promise she's a

well-behaved child. Her mother has

sedher well, she won't damage

your car. I can skip the next

paycheck if you let this little girl sit in your car, okay?"

Jackson's gaze fell on the little girl and her mother not far away.

Both of them were looking at him, especially the innocent eyes of the little girl, which softened his heart.

"Uh, um," he coughed lightly, somewhat awkwardly replying, "Okay, but she can't stay too long."

Emily was overjoyed and nodded repeatedly. "Great, she won't stay in there too long."

With Jackson's approval, Emily turned around and waved to the little girl, signaling them to come over.

The little girl happily danced over, held by her mother.

"This man is a very, very nice person. He agreed," Emily said.

"Wow!!!" The little girl danced with joy. "Thank you!"