Ethan stood in the doorway, his heart softening at the sight before him. After carefully placing the toys down, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a jewelry box, and said politely, "Miss Weston, there's no need to worry. These toys, and this," he gestured to the box, "are all gifts from Mr. Morgan. He simply hopes to trade them for one thing."
Laura Weston barely glanced at the jewelry box, her expression indifferent.
The children, however, were barely able to contain their excitement, which caused a shadow of conflicted emotions to flash through her eyes.
The only thing worthy of such an exchange—and something Simon Morgan would hold on to—could only be that painting.
But she wasn't willing to part with it. That painting represented the romance of her youth, a sentiment Simon was
