Rosalie’s face flushed red when Byron hugged her intimately before the kids.

“Yeah! We’re still kids. Mommy, you can’t be mad at us.”

Since their daddy spoke out for them, they were less afraid and quipped.

They were also intelligent and obedient, so they covered their eyes and turned around when their daddy hugged their mommy.

“It’s getting late.”

Rosalie struggled to break free from Byron’s hug. “The kids have to go to school tomorrow. Let’s go to bed early.”

Byron let go of Rosalie and said, “I’ll tuck them into bed because I have something to talk to them about.”

The smile on the little ones’ faces disappeared.

They knew their daddy would not forgive them so easily.

Rosalie knew he would talk to the kids about that matter, so she nodded. She watched Byron take the triplet upstairs.

Byron first bathed the kids and tucked them into bed.

“Daddy, are you still angry?”

Nox buried half of his face under the quilt and asked tentatively.

Then, he tried to ease Byron’s anger by