Chloe Bishop thought for a moment, then walked over to the wardrobe and spoke softly to the little one inside. "Adrian, it's Chloe—"
Auntie?
Mother?
Stepmother?
She caught herself and quickly changed course. "Adrian, do you remember me? We met last night. I even held you."
No response.
"Adrian, I'm staying here tonight. I don't know anyone here. Can you come out and keep me company?"
Still no response.
Chloe Bishop didn't give up. She put on a pitiful tone. "I just got here and don't know a single soul. Your father was so mean to me just now. Boohoo... I'm so miserable. What am I supposed to do? Boohoo..."
Xavier Grayson was speechless.
What exactly did this woman think she was doing?
He suddenly questioned why he'd even married her. Was she really as smart as she'd seemed?
But
