THE RIGHT CHOICE
~ALEXANDER STONE~
Standing in Ace's room, I stared at my son's sleeping face. He must have cried a lot. I had tried to make it on time but it seemed that fate had other plans.
The Ace bathroom door opened, and my eyes shifted from the bed to Lexa who stepped out with a basket of laundry in her arm.
“Sir” She greeted, her tone cold as she avoided my gaze
I flashed her a forced smile, my hand placed in my pocket, she must be angry with me that I also couldn't keep to my promises.
“Miss Wyett” I managed to speak. “You are still awake”
She finally met my gaze, her blue eyes cold but she managed to keep her composure anyway.
“I had some things left to do” she answered, brushing past me with the basket of laundry as she made her way to Ace's wardrobe.
“You seemed angry
