"Wait—you're saying you're into my mom?" Elliot fixed Gordon with a piercing stare, his keen eyes cutting through the man's composed exterior to glimpse the loneliness beneath.
This was Gordon Hayworth—the crown prince of the corporate world, a man who commanded empires with a glance. How could someone like him possibly be lonely?
Gordon turned slightly, his frost-gray eyes flickering with surprise as he studied the boy in the passenger seat. The kid had unraveled everything from just a casual remark.
His face betrayed nothing, but the icy aura around him thickened, pressing down like an invisible weight.
"If it were me," Elliot continued, shrugging under that glacial stare, "I'd pamper her silly—treat her like the boss of everything. Never make her cry. Never let her down."
Gordon's
