Chapter 39

JAMES’S POV

It was close to evening, and my desk was full of unfinished work.

Yet there was a lightness in my chest that made all of this insignificant.

I never liked night shifts, and on such days, I was always scowling, but today was different.

I had just hung up the phone, still feeling the new warmth of Isabella's voice echoing in my ears.

She had finally agreed to meet up so we could talk about our child, and who knows, there was also a chance for us to reconcile.

The thought of becoming a family again made my heart thump in expectation.

I mean, what was a child's life without a strong, doting father hanging around?

Just as I was still relishing the joy of this recent victory, the door to my office was flung open with a force that made me jolt forward on my chair.

I looked up quickly, eyes wide with alarm, only to see Zoey standing there, her face twisted with anger.

"What the hell?"

I muttered, still trying to process the display.

“Hey, what was all that for?”

Zoey didn'