Willow’s Point of View
Conrad and the entire people who were with me were insanely glancing at where I was. It was when a gamma along with my kids abruptly appeared out of nowhere and the only thing they did was to run toward me before kissing my cheeks.
"You look pretty, mom," Carter asserted.
I saw how Conrad twisted his eyebrows which made him smirk as if he was trying to say something mean again to me yet he was judging through his eyes.
"She does?" Conrad asserted that it made my eyebrows arched.
My pups nodded. "She is."
"Well, there are some other people too who look pretty aside from her. Might as well want to check on them?"
The way he delivered it made me feel so random and annoyed. If he doesn't agree that I'm pretty, then might as well shut the f**k up and provide
