His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 57 Chapter

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The walls were painted in soft blues and greens, and toys and books filled the shelves. There was even a small drawing station with art supplies, and a comfortable bed draped in the softest blankets.

"I thought he'd be more comfortable here," Carlos said, his tone casual, but there was something else in his eyes-something softer.

I turned to him, surprised. "You prepared all of this for him?"

Carlos shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "I had it set up after you agreed to stay. I just wanted him to feel at home."

Cyrus's eyes

lit up as he took in the room, and he ran over to the toys, his earlier sadness momentarily forgotten. "Mama! Look! There's everything I like!"

I smiled, my heart swelling at the sight of him happy again, even after the difficult day he had endured. I hadn't expected Carlos to be so thoughtful, but here it was-a room full of warmth and care for my son.

Next, Carlos showed me my room, which was right next to Cyrus's. When I stepped inside, I was taken aback once again. The space was beautiful, elegant but comfortable. Clothes, cosmetics, and even jewelry were laid out neatly, waiting for

1. me.

the soft fabric of the clothes hanging in the

see the tension in his shoulders. "It's just stuff.

to respond. The kindness

Bud Our Son's

searching for the right words, but before I could say anything, Carlos gave me

quietly, and before I could say more, he was

the soft pillows in my lap. I glanced around the room,

be surprised. His wolf likes you,

shook my head, smiling slightly at the thought. It seemed so out of character for Carlos to plan something like this. But

before.

downstairs, feeling restless after the

sitting room, a glass of wine in his hand. He glanced up as I

follow you?" he asked, his voice

shrugged, offering him a small smile. "I'm not used to having people follow me around. I figured I could find my

eyebrow but didn't press the matter. Instead, he picked up another glass and poured me a drink, holding it out to me. "You look like

happened-Cyrus's illness, moving into Carlos's house, Sienna's betrayal. I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. Without a word, I took the glass from his hand and nodded. Chapter

"I could use a

comfortable silence, the weight of the day slowly