Luke marched out of his bedroom suite, still with his phone glued to his ears. “Celine’s here, Mr. Thompson. I want you to arrive immediately.” He disconnected the call and looked at his grandpa at the door.
“Wait, grandpa. I’ll open the door.” Luke glanced around to see the children busy at the dining table while Brynne walked towards them to protect them from the impending storm.
His grandpa stepped backward with a frown. “Who’s there?” From Luke’s stance, he had a rough idea about the person outside.
“Celine.” The doorbell buzzed louder this time, and Luke opened the door, blocking the entrance and scowling at his ex-wife.
“Took you long enough to open the door.” She gave him a disgusted look.
“Why are you here, Celine? I thought I made it clear to you I won’t entertain you he
