The man instinctively softened his steps as he approached the small bed in the children's room, gently lifting Candy's little arm that was wrapped around Wendy Moore before scooping her up in his arms. Despite his care, the movement still stirred the woman in his embrace.
Her eyes were drowsy, not fully awake. Instinctively, she looped her arm around his neck, burying her slightly wrinkled face into his chest and murmuring, "Daddy..."
"…"
Chase Fields' lips twitched.
Did this woman just mistake him for her father? Was he really that old?
After carrying Wendy out of the children's room, he returned to his own bedroom.
Just as Chase laid her down on the large bed and reached to pull the blanket over her, she suddenly grabbed his hand, pressing it against her slightly flushed cheek and
