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 closet. They were expensive,

his shoulders. "It's just stuff. I wanted to make sure you had

nodded, not quite sure how to respond. The kindness he had shown-both to

Knees His Pleas Bud

expected any of this. I turned to him, searching for the right words, but

you to settle in," he said quietly,

pillows in my lap. I glanced around the room, taking in the lavish surroundings. I couldn't help but

in my mind. You'd be surprised. His wolf likes you, you

the thought. It seemed so out of character for Carlos to plan something like this. But then again, I had

before.

way downstairs, feeling restless after the

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

asked, his voice carrying a hint

"I'm not used to having

Instead, he picked up another glass and poured me a drink, holding it out to me. "You look like you've

hesitated for a moment, thinking about everything that had 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

I said quietly. "I could

and we both sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the day