It was midnight.
Owen lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
After dinner, Joseph helped him take a bath, then carried him to bed and put him to sleep.
Pretending to fall asleep, Owen opened his eyes as soon as Joseph left the room.
Owen gently patted his round belly, hummed, and his little brain was a bit confused.
So—is he considered kidn*pped now, or not?
At first, Owen had thought the "devil king" was a kidnapper, someone who had taken him for ransom. However... the devil king didn't seem to know his mommy. He had never called her, and, to be honest, he was very kind to him. Not only did he celebrate Owen's birthday, but he also gave him a delicious birthday cake.
With this in mind, Owen couldn't help but pout his lips, wanting more.
Where would a kidnapper treat his
