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

Chapter 78

I laughed,

shaking my head. "Blair, please. It's not the luxury that he loves. It's the people here who make him feel welcome."

Blair chuckled but didn't push the joke any further. He knew me well enough to know that I wasn't impressed by the extravagance of the house. Cyrus wasn't either. Sure, the place was stunning, but that's not why we felt comfortable here. It was Carlos' kindness and the way the staff treated us that made all the difference.

Blair came armed with countless orders from our clients. We sat down to go over them, his laptop open and spreadsheets spread across the table between us. It was

a lot to take in, but I was used to this kind of work. I was methodical,

double-checking every detail, ensuring we didn't miss anything. One order, in particular, caught my attention, and I frowned.

"We need to check their creditworthiness before we proceed with this one," I said firmly, tapping the document. "I'm not risking it."

Blair raised an eyebrow but nodded. "You're right. Better safe than sorry. I'll make sure we do a thorough background check before moving forward."

impressed with how efficiently we worked through it all, but for me, it was just another day of business. I had learned to be decisive, to act quickly it carefully.

leaned back in my chair, stretching. Blair looked at me with a grin. "You know, Doris, you could take a break. Spend some time with Cyrus instead of running around meeting clients

don't think my idea of a

while Cyrus runs

chance to be in one place with him for

with candles and cutlery for dinner. Cyrus, as always, was full of energy, running around playing hide-and-seek, completely ignoring the fact that the

when I saw him dash between two maids carrying plates. "You're

alright," he said to the staff, "just make

always blame the staff for this. Cyrus needs to learn

"It's not spoiling him, Doris. There are rules in the PACK. And those rules include keeping young werewolves safe. It's not their

We're not living by

say something, but then he stopped. His eyes flickered with something-something unspoken, something I couldn't quite read. But instead of explaining, he just shook his head and walked away with Cyrus still in his arms. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and confusion. There was

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the soft thud of my heart, pounding against my chest as my thoughts spiraled. Was I being unreasonable? Perhaps my instincts were clouded by fear for Cyrus's safety, but I couldn't shake the feeling that overprotection

child's freedom? As uncertainty gnawed at me, I resolved to find a way to discuss it with Carlos later, to bridge the gap between our viewpoints, but for now, I was left in the aftermath