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

Chapter 58

I hesitated for a moment, gathering my courage. "How's your work going? Do you

ever get tired of it?"

Carlos set his glass down and looked at me. "It's progressing well," he answered, his voice measured. "There are challenges, but it's fulfilling."

I nodded, feeling relieved by his openness. My curiosity grew. "Do you ever miss the simpler days? Or the time before you took on all these responsibilities?"

I leaned in a little more, feeling the pull to know more. "Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like if you hadn't taken on all this? If you didn't have to carry so much responsibility?"

Carlos paused for a moment, as if considering my question carefully. For a brief second, I saw a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. "Sometimes," he admitted, his voice quieter. "But we can't always choose our paths, Doris. Sometimes, we're put where we need to be." There was something deeper in his words, and the way he looked at me in that moment made my heart skip a beat. Carlos wasn't just the calm, collected figure / had always thought him to be. He was layered, thoughtful, carrying the weight of his own responsibilities quietly. I realized then how much more I wanted to understand him, to see past the walls he had built around himself.

As I sipped more wine, I couldn't help but think how handsome Carlos looked tonight. His calm demeanor, his quiet strength-it all made me feel something I hadn't before. I leaned in closer, my voice a little softer, "You've always been so calm and collected. I thought you'd resent me for being so forward."

Carlos remained composed, but his gaze softened as he looked at me. "I don't mind."

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shoulder, lightly

then, the maid's voice interrupted from downstairs. "Mr.

here."

the name hitting me like a splash of cold water. "Miss Odette?" I asked,

his voice steady as he

I was, getting closer to him, feeling like something was happening between us-and he was engaged? My face

to stand up too quickly. The room tilted slightly as the wine caught up with

had

the bed, my mind spinning. Fiancée. How had I let myself get so close

the events of the previous night weighing heavily on my mind. I turned over to find Cyrus playing quietly beside me, his toys spread out on the bed. His innocence was a comfort, but I couldn't shake the embarrassment. I had to leave. Staying here felt wrong now, especially after what had happened. I needed to take Cyrus

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quickly before I changed my mind. But just as I was zipping it up, there was a soft knock at the door. One of Carlos's Chapter

her expression

that you stay. He wanted you to know that Miss Odette's arrival last night

still clutching the bag.

Carlos insists," she continued. "He believes it's safer for you and Cyrus to