Ian Wolf’s POV.
The visit from Ares was fleeting. As we said our goodbyes, I didn't miss the look exchanged between Brooke and Abigail West.
They seem to have hit it off well.
Ares, on the other hand, was eager to leave. The man and his wife needed to return to their kids, and it was evident he was anxious to show her his gift and receive a “thank you” from her in his preferred manner. I still can't believe Ares is a father. I never saw him as the type, given that he has zero patience and less tact than a proctologist.
I look at my laptop screen in my study and can’t stop thinking about our conversation after leaving the table.
**Flashback**
“Here you go.”
I hand him the suede case, and he takes it without hesitation, a slight smile on his lips. When I placed the order, I made sure
