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

Chapter 68 Chapter 68

"I'm on my way to a research conference," he explained, still looking slightly amused. "What about you?"

"Work," I replied simply, not wanting to get into the details. I reached for my seatbelt, fumbling slightly, and before I could get it right, Carlos leaned over, his fingers brushing against mine as he clicked the belt into place.

"Thanks," I said, looking away quickly. The gesture was small, but it left me with an odd sense of warmth.

As the plane began to taxi down the runway, I turned my focus to my laptop. I had work to do-preparations to make-and I wasn't about to let anything, or anyone, distract me. Carlos stayed silent, and I could feel his gaze occasionally flicker towards me. I ignored it, diving into my notes, my fingers typing furiously. I had to be ready for tomorrow's meeting, and there was no time to waste.

A while later, the stewardess came by with our meals, interrupting my train of thought. It wasn't until I set my laptop aside that I remembered to ask, "How's Cyrus doing?"

Carlos smiled, his expression softening. "Don't worry. The housekeepers are great with kids. He'll be just fine."

His words were gentle, reassuring, and for the first time in hours, I allowed myself to breathe out the worry that had been sitting like a weight in my chest. "Thanks," I said, and this time, I meant it.

After the plane landed, the airport was as chaotic as ever. Finding a cab in the rain was proving to be impossible. The arrival area was packed, and the downpour had made things worse. Carlos's driver was already waiting, and he glanced at me, clearly noticing my predicament.

Chapter 68

me give you a ride," he

moment before nodding. "Thanks. I appreciate

demeanor in stark contrast to my earlier rush. He was dressed in a sharp suit, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of

his book, his gaze meeting mine. "Don't worry about it, Doris. Focus on what you need to do." His sincerity left me feeling a little less guilty, and I

with my luggage before we went our separate ways to check in. We weren't on the same floor, but as I entered my room, I felt an odd sense of gratitude. The day had been chaotic, but somehow, Carlos had managed to steady it. There was no time to linger on that thought, though. I had work to do. I set up my laptop and

this happen,"

"Good

pounding. As I rushed through the hotel lobby, I nearly bumped into Carlos, who was heading

on his face. "What's

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was already signaling to his driver. "I'll come with you," he said, his tone

argument.

really don't have