It was not until Ashley failed to see her son’s small silhouette that she finally withdrew her gaze. She did not bother to glance at the towering figure of the man standing next to the gate of the Elijah Mansion like a damn door god.
Before Ashley could dash away, Jaxon crossed the distance between them. The next moment, he was standing next to her window, knocking the mirror. He wanted to talk with her, something she was able to avoid the last time.
Ashley hated this feeling of being oppressed. But she also knew that running away was not the solution; they had to sit down and talk about it. So she opened the window and said: “There’s a nearest coffee shop here with good privacy. I will wait for you there for five minutes. If you are not there within that period, I’m out.”
Without waiti
