AMARA
As Xander’s gaze drifted toward Ashley, Soya suddenly emerged from the kitchen, swiftly scooping the little girl into her arms. Her face was flushed with concern as she turned to me with an apologetic smile before offering Xander a small, respectful bow.
“I’m really sorry, ma’am,” she said hastily. “I didn’t realize she had forgotten her school bag.”
Xander barely acknowledged her words, his attention fixed solely on Ashley. He tilted his head slightly, studying her with an intensity that made my breath hitch.
“Is she your daughter?” His voice was calm, but something unreadable flickered in his eyes.
Soya beamed. “Yes! Beautiful, right?”
Xander hummed in response. “Are you married?”
I stiffened. The question was too pointed, too direct, and entirely too dangerous. Without miss
