AMARA
“Do you think he knows?” I asked softly, my eyes fixed on the empty space where Xander’s car had been moments ago.
Soya shrugged, letting out a loud yawn as she stretched. “I really doubt it,” she replied. “Xander doesn’t strike me as the kind of man who’d stay calm if he found out he had a daughter who was kept from him. He wouldn’t pretend like he didn’t know. That’s just not him.”
I turned to look at her, incredulous. Was she being serious right now?
“Don’t make the mistake of thinking you’ve figured that man out,” I said quietly. “Trust me, just when you think you understand him, he does something completely unexpected.”
I remembered one night vividly. I’d told him I couldn’t make it to his penthouse because I was stuck in traffic. It was supposed to be a simple cancellation
