Chapter 37— The Masked Lady.
Myra glanced at her reflection in the rearview mirror, hastily adjusting her sleek, dark hair, a radiant smile gracing her lips. Clad in a smart blazer and a pencil skirt, she exuded confidence and grace as she maneuvered the car through the bustling morning traffic. Aeron sat by her side, looking dapper in a tailored suit, his vibrant blue eyes filled with warmth as they exchanged lighthearted banter.
In the backseat, baby Alistair was secured in her car seat, her soft coos filling the air. Her chubby cheeks dimpled as she babbled, as if in perfect harmony with the laughter of his parents. Aeron couldn't help but be captivated by Allistar's infectious joy, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and protection for his little family.
"Oh please, Myra." He said
