Nate’s POV
I stepped into the familiar comfort of my home, Serena following closely behind me.
“Welcome to my home,” I said to her, throwing my coat against the armrest of the plush sofa, and Serena smiled stiffly, looking around the house.
“Thank you,” she murmured in response, and just then, Isla came flying down the stairs, her boobs dancing in the transparent robe she had on.
“Nate!” She started to call, a bubbly excitement staining her features, but as her eyes rested on the sophisticated woman standing next to me, she faltered visibly, the excitement dying down.
I watched with a frown, not missing the resemblance in the look, as the same one that had been on Clara’s face the first day I brought Isla home.
“You’re home,” she said, eyeing Serena cautiously as she slowed to a halt
