Stefan’s POV
In the solitude of my study, where I was going through paper works at my desk, the soft pattering of the feet of a child distracted me, followed by the faint sound of a bouncing ball.
Before I could look up, the door of my study burst open, and the small figure of Eve’s son dashed inside. The boy, whose attention was on chasing the ball, didn’t notice any presence right away and accidentally bumped into the side of the desk.
The impact caused the ball to ricochet off a shelf and then knock over my coffee cup that I was holding on my hand, causing its content to spill over the white shirt that I was putting on.
“Shit.” Stunned, I looked down at the dark stain that was now spreading across my chest. I blinked repeatedly before lifting my gaze to the boy standing in front of
