“Because...” Christian spoke. “I’m not going to explain that to you. Once your babies get here, you’ll understand why I can’t do that.”Beau was just about to answer but was interrupted by Dario. “Hi, Christian...and Beau,” He awkwardly greeted him. Christian showed him a welcoming smile and placed
“That’s fine.” The woman smiled. “Did you have something in mind? Does she needs a bikini or a one-pi—““She’s pretty, so anything will do,” Christian spoke in a hurry. Also, he had enough of it and was ready to move on to their next destination, the hospital to visit Gio.“Okay? And what color does
“I have to take this one. I’m sorry.” Beau whispered, embarrassed.“You don’t really love me, do you?” Christian heard Isobel’s voice. He got chills throughout his body just by hearing that tone and was suddenly a bit more grateful for Serena, who only gave him a hard time whenever he deserved it.“
ChristianUnlike Christian’s expectations, the drive to the hospital was as quiet as it could be, with the only sound being Siena’s babbling.“So, how did you like the family?” Christian asked but felt stupid right after. It almost sounded as ‘the weather is nice today’, but he couldn’t take the sil
Christian felt guilty for leaving his brother in the dark about everything and couldn’t believe he had to tell him about Dario over the phone, but he did everything for a reason. He wanted his brother to focus on Dana and his three children. All he wanted was for at least one of them to live a happy
“Who is that?” Gigi asked while she pointed her finger at Dario. Christian picked her up, while Gigi didn’t hesitate and placed her hand on Dario’s cheek.“He is pretty and he looks like a prince!”“He’s not a prince, he’s your uncle.” Gio correctly her. Christian observed Dario and noticed how over
“Thanks,” Christian smiled. “I appreciate that.”“You do, don’t you?” Dario chuckled. “By the way, what’s the thing about you sending Serena to Panama tomorrow?”“We need to look for the key, and I don’t want her to get involved,” Christian explained. “Uncle Berto has been quiet, a little bit too qu
“Serena, you need to relax,” Carmen told me. “Siena is with her dad. She’s not with some stranger—just breathe and wait until he gets here.”“I can’t!” I pouted. It had been hours, and Christian wasn’t responding to any of my calls or texts. He didn’t even give me an update about Siena, and it was f