After leaving the Grand Imperial club the night before, Liam Jr. had refused to go home. He had spent the entire car ride pointing back at the club, his tiny face filled with silent protest because Chloe Bishop was still inside.
Once Xavier Grayson forcibly brought him home, the little boy threw a historic tantrum, locking himself in his suite and refusing to eat or drink for twenty-four hours.
Because of this, Chloe could feel that Xavier’s distaste for her had intensified. The coldness radiating from him as he stood on that balcony was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.
Inside the room, Xavier felt a tug at his pant leg. He looked down to see a small hand gripping the fabric of his tailored trousers. His son looked up at him with a silent, steady gaze, then pointed a small finger tow
