The familiar sound of a flirtatious laugh echoed from the front door, instantly shattering the calmness of the night inside the Moren residence. Daniel stepped into the house, but this time, he was not alone. His arm was wrapped possessively around Claire Stralla’s slender waist. The woman clung to him affectionately, looking around the house as though she were the new mistress of it.
“Daniel, I’ve missed the atmosphere of this house,” Claire said in a deliberately softened voice.
Daniel smiled faintly—a warm smile he had never once given Anna during these past five years. The cold look in his eyes only appeared when his gaze landed on Anna, who was standing near the dining table with a velvet apron wrapped around her curvy body.
“You’re not asleep yet? Good,” Daniel said curtly without
