Dirty talk.
Silas Grant looked down at the person beneath him, a little surprised.
It was hard to imagine that she, with such an innocent face, would ask such a question.
"Who taught you that?"
"No one." Mia Grant tilted her head. "Do you know how?"
"I don't like to use insulting words, especially not with you."
Silas Grant's words sounded disingenuous, but Mia Grant found them very comforting.
Because when she thought about it, he really never had.
As the one in a position of power, he was gentle and patient.
No matter the time or place, his eyes would be filled with affection and doting adoration as he looked at her.
He was utterly indulgent with her.
It didn't matter if she did something brilliantly or made a mistake; to Silas Grant, she would always be a good girl.
He would always pat her head, praise her lavishly, and provide her with more than enough emotional validation. Like a soft beach absorbing a surging tide, he would silently wash away all her petty moods.
