Nathan’s POV“I don’t like the pants you’re putting on, Nate; go change them,” he said, looking up briefly to see the little kid who had entered the living room.They have been at it for almost twenty minutes and at this rate, he was getting annoyed. Nate had said that he didn’t need any maid helping him to dress, but Nathan was starting to doubt that decision. Maybe the boy actually needed help.Nathan’s gaze however remained locked on what he was reading on his iPad, and he didn’t bother checking to see if Nate had gone upstairs to change because he knew the youngster was still standing there.“You said that about the pants I wore two minutes ago.” Nate murmured.He rolled his eyes and glanced up at the child. “Exactly my point, Nate. I got you a new pants last week, so I would appreciate it if you put those on instead, rather than this one that looks like it was handed down to you by some charity cause…” he suggested, arching his brow when Nate moaned loudly, showing his displeasu
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