His eyes lit up and his throat moved, indicating that he gulped. There was a ghost of a smile on his lips, and I noticed how hard he stopped himself from showing it. I rolled my eyes at him to look at Jared, who was half-smiling at his father.
"Let's go, baby?" I asked softly. He nodded his head, and without looking back at Ethan, I held Jared's hand as we made our way to the kitchen. I let out a deep sigh of relief when I heard Ethan's footsteps behind me. I am not in the mood to ask him to have dinner with us, and I am glad he still followed us.
Our personal maid cooked a buffalo and buttered shrimp. At this time, she must be in the quarter's maid, sleeping. This is one of our agreements: once she is done with her work, she can go back to their quarters and take a rest. She shares the
