Chapter 62

Troy’s P.O.V

"The woman isn’t your wife, is she?" Grace looked at me with a suspicious gaze.

I shook my head.

"Good to know she isn’t," Grace smiled widely.

‘Sarah is not my wife now. But someday she will be. She will give birth to my children. We will have many children, and our palace will be even more crowded.’ I smiled to myself, imagining it.

"Let’s go to my bungalow for a bit. Mom will be very happy to see you." I turned back to the red-haired woman.

Grace took my hand and pulled me outside.

It might be okay to stop by Grace’s bungalow for a moment. It wasn’t too far from here.

"Joyce, tell Sarah that I’m going to Grace’s bungalow for a bit!"

"Sure, Mr. Peterson."

After leaving a message with Joyce, Grace and I walked to her bungalow. Grace held my arm tightly. My Aunt Lucy’s stepdaughter had always been affectionate toward me. Aunt Lucy was my mom’s younger sister, who married Grace’s father when this girl was still in junior high.

"Where have you been? Why didn’t you