"You paint the shed without me?"
After spending half a day and a night at the hotel, Eugene returned home before lunch to the sight of his daughter, his dad, and Robert in the middle of painting the backyard shed together. The bodyguard was expertly painting the exterior and interior, while Hannah and Ian brought the 'furniture' to the patio and painted them in all kinds of colors and patterns.
The girl only spared a glance at Eugene while pursing her lips. "This is Hannah's witch cabin, Papa—not a shed!"
"Well, I'm sorry?"
"Papa said we will finish it before Papa's wedding, but Papa's wedding is next week and we haven't done anything," she grumbled, puffing her paint-smeared cheeks. "So Hannah decided to do it myself!"
Ian looked up from his beautiful job on the small tea table, which he painted with all kinds of flowers and leaves. He raised his brush and smiled helplessly. "She recruited us."
"Did she pay you?"
"Her chocolate pudding."
