Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 533 Gemma Hamilton

Liam nagged Gemma a lot.

Such as "don't be headstrong", "don't be naughty", "be polite to elders", "go to bed on time", "don't be demanding"...

Liam thought tonight he had said as much as he did i n a whole year.

Gemma was stunned with widened eyes.

Liam expected her to be good after he taught her a lesson.

And he was pleased with himself.

James bought all sorts of dolls, which, however, didn't satisfy Gemma.

Gemma slapped those dolls onto the floor, sitting in the bed unhappily, near to tears.

James' eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Liam was in a fret as well, finally realizing he had been whistling in the wind.

"No! They're so ugly! I want beautiful princess in pink dress..."

James put his hand over the heart, nearly having a heart attack and crashing down.

He had almost bought out all the dolls of that toy shop, while this princess was still not content with them?

James pulled a wry face at Liam.

"Mr. Ackman..."

Help!'

Liam lost his temper, "You such a demanding girl. It's all here. Take one, or none!"

Gemma burst into tears.

Liam stamped around the room in anger, and barked a t Gemma, pointing at her.

"Did your mom tell you to do this?"

"How did your mom make you headstrong and demanding?"

"You’re ill-bred!"

Gemma cried louder.

James wiped the sweat off his brow, How can my master blame a little girl? After all he is exactly as demanding as her.'

James was suddenly startled.

He glimpsed this girl and Mr. Ackman.

No wonder he was somehow familiar with her, she was apparently a copy of Mr. Ackman.

Gemma was howling.

"Take me back, I want Mommy and Daddy..."

Liam shot a cold glance at Gemma, his face clouding.

"Now stop crying!"

James hurriedly shushed this girl by gesture, afraid M r. Ackman would throw her out of the window if she kept crying like this.

'But she is really as demanding as Mr. Ackman!'

Liam cursed silently, 'How did Ethan teach his girl, a little swine?'

If he had a daughter, he would teach her to be a graceful lady instead of a naughty devil.

Gemma cried for a while and then collapsed on the bed, yelling, "All right, I don't want dolls now, but I won't sleep without a story. You must tell a story!'

Gemma wrapped herself in the quilt, pointing at Liam and James.

Liam squinted at this tender little girl in the pink quilt, feeling annoyed but amused.

'How can I be angry with a kid?'

'Yet she is quite headstrong and demanding, a horrid little girl!'

Liam answered softly despite his complaints.

"I've never told a story before."

Gemma grasped the quilt, her big eyes twinkling at

him, "Well then, sing a song instead! It's okay."

Liam almost went mad with her.

"No! I won't, never!"

How dared she ask him, the CEO of Ackman Group, to sing for her?

However, Gemma just pulled his hand and looked at him pitifully.

Liam felt he was torn to pieces, he wanted to refuse her but couldn't bear to.

"What do you want?" He said gruffly and slowly.

Gemma blinked and quickly clung on to his arm, "Or you sleep with me!"

Liam's lips twitched, "Don't be silly, little thing."

She must be joking! He was not her servant!

"I'm not a little thing, you're the little thing, big bad wolf!" Gemma was annoyed.

Liam had no choice but to lie on her bed, waiting for her to sleep.

"Now, sleep!"

Liam came to regret that he took her to here. What a stupid thing to do!

Gemma closed her eyes slowly. She somehow felt at ease in Liam's arms without a story or a song.

Then she became drowsy.

Liam was puzzled as well, since that hole in his heart was filled up when he held this kid in his arms.

Liam looked down at this tender little girl. Her eyes were closed and covered by curly eyelashes, which softened his heart.

"What's your name?" Liam asked in a low voice. NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Gemma was nearly asleep, murmuring, "Gemma Hamilton..."

"Gemma Hamilton?" Liam was surprised.

Why wasn't she named Collins?

He was terribly curious and hastily shook Gemma to wake her up.

James wanted to kill himself, seeing what Mr. Ackman did.

Was his master crazy to provoke this little devil?

"Why are you Hamilton instead of Collins?"

Gemma was angry to be wakened, wrinkling her lovely brows and saying in a clear voice.

"My Mommy is Hamilton, and I'm her daughter, so I'm Hamilton too. Is anything wrong?"

Liam was confused, as almost everyone took her or his father's surname.

Why was she named Hamilton?

Gemma was sleepy, since it's early in the morning and she was still a kid.

She turned over, yawning and closing her eyes, too sleepy to care about Liam.

"Big bad wolf, 1 must tell you, I know I'm beautiful and lovely, but don't try to sell me for money."

"My Daddy is strong and he will beat bad eggs."

Gemma clenched her fists, feeling relieved after this warning, and then fell asleep.

Liam pulled a long face, 'What does she mean?'

'Am I a bad egg to her?'

The little girl was sleeping in the soft light. Her long eyelashes drooped like beautiful butterflies.

Liam gazed at her, feeling his heart melted again.

If he hadn't betrayed Anna, they would have had a daughter as old as Gemma.

This thought pained him, and his eyes were pricked.

"Mommy..." Gemma mumbled in her sleep, clutching Liam's clothes with a small hand.

Liam somehow felt a knot in his stomach. Kids always clung to their moms in the night.

He remembered she cried her eyes out, and finally took out his cell phone, which was muted, after thinking for a while.

His cell phone was covered with missed calls from Anna.

He frowned, dithering over whether to send a message to her.

Right then his cell phone rang again.

And it's just Anna.