But she quickly regretted it.
She realized she'd planted herself right between two refrigerators. The father and son didn't exchange a single word throughout the entire meal. The silence was suffocating.
Just thinking about spending the rest of her life like this made Chloe Bishop's heart sink.
That said, there was something aristocratic about Xavier Grayson. Watching him eat was oddly pleasing to the eye—a genuine visual treat.
After dinner, Chloe Bishop caught a glimpse of the wall clock. It was already eleven at night.
This father and son sure could go hungry.
The little boy was exhausted after all the chaos. Xavier Grayson carried him off for a bath, but the little one clung tightly to Chloe Bishop's hand.
She had to promise him repeatedly that she wouldn't leave before he final
