CHAPTER 51

Now on the streets, Irish hailed a cab entered. When she got to her destination, she paid the chauffeur with a wad of bills which she had removed from the money bag earlier. On good nights like this, she would make sure to pay the chauffeurs handsomely - transfer of sweetness she would call that.

Walking up to her front porch, she slid in the key, twisted it, and opened the door.

Quickly scanning the entire apartment, she went into Jayden's room.

When she heard him breathing softly, her heart became warm.

She went closer to him, pulling up the blanket to his chest. Her gaze shifted to his face and instantly, it reminded her of Adrian.

Jayden was the replica of Adrian. He looked much like the younger version of Adrian. If only Adrian wasn't so against her, Jayden would have had a father to call his own.

Thinking of Adrian, Irish sighed inwardly.

She had heard Avan mention that he would organize a party that would be hosting a greater number of Alpha's. In his viewpoint, that would ear