Marcos listened again to the knocking on the door, without taking his eyes off the phone where he had activated the cameras in the house, and although he promised Lia to give the little ones a lesson, he was very moved by the pout on the face of Bianca, his fantastic little girl.

″For God's sake, Lia, are you an iron woman? How can you not be moved by that beautiful face? She's so cute, look at her pout, she's suffering. I'm going to open the door for her ″look how sad she is.

″You are manipulable Marcos, that little conspirator knows you have the camera on your phone and that you are watching her, that's why she pouts, she knows your weakness to her, that little monster has you eating out of the palm of her hand,″ stated Lia with a sigh.

″This husband of mine came out dumber than I thought,″ she said sadly to herself.

″I'm sorry to leave her there,″ he said, getting up and putting on his boxer shorts and pajama pants, while his wife got up and covered herself with a towel.

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