Grace "He... he just growled?" I stammered, utterly stunned. Charles nodded slowly, his expression a mix of warm understanding. "Yes, he did." I watched in awe as Richard nestled against me, his wide eyes slowly drooping as he succumbed to a sense of calm. It was as if Charles's presence and r
"You have a way with them," I admitted a hint of playfulness in my tone. Charles chuckled, the sound carrying a mixture of pride and fondness. "Well, children can often see beyond the surface, Grace. They have an innate ability to recognize sincerity and kindness. I’ve never picked up a baby I cou
Charles Grace's living room was bathed in the soft glow of the fireplace. She wasn’t relaxing much, but it was better than the nervous energy from earlier. I met her gaze. "I appreciate your willingness to talk about this," she began softly. I shook my head. “It’s not a secret, Grace.” She l
“I hav no doubt you will in good time.” I smiled. "Devin's a fool. To have you and your children and throw it all away for something so selfish." "I still can't understand how he could do this to his own children," I said, my voice tinged with a mixture of anger and disbelief. “And then think he w
Grace The morning light streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow through the house as I made my way downstairs. There was a sense of familiarity in the air, a feeling that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Like everything would be fine. As I entered the kitchen, I found Charles already seated
Charles chuckled. “We’ll see… as for your program, I could just as easily pay for the rest of your program.” I went still, but I shook my head. It felt like a trap, or maybe that was just my fear and trauma about Devin talking. "You're not getting another percentage of the company," I declared w
Grace “Uncle Eason!” Cecil cried. “You should come have cereal!” Eason bustled in, carrying groceries and breakfast supplies. His cheerful demeanor was infectious, and his presence infused the room with an energy that was hard to resist. “I don’t know, Ce-Ce, I think muffins—” He cocked an eye
“And the cheating?” I shook my head. “A misunderstanding.” “And you believe that?” I nodded. “He was pretty open about it, and evne if I don’t, we’re not romatically involved.” Eason's eyes softened, his skepticism giving way to understanding. "Okay, Grace. If you trust him, I'll give him th