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."

learned to be decisive, to act quickly it carefully. I couldn't afford to make mistakes, not in business and not in my personal life. I was responsible for more than

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 with me. Think of

don't think

runs

one place with him for so long. Reluctantly, I agreed, deciding to let Blair handle the client meetings on his own

table with candles and cutlery for dinner. Cyrus, as always, was

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

him a stern, yet affectionate look. "It's alright," he said to the

frowned. "Carlos, you can't always blame the staff for this. Cyrus

to being challenged in his own home. "It's not spoiling him, Doris. There are rules in the PACK.

over. "This isn't the Royal Family, Carlos. We're not living by some rigid set

with Cyrus still in his arms. I watched him go, feeling a strange mix of annoyance and confusion. There was something Carlos wasn't telling me. I could feel it, but I knew better than to push him when he wasn't ready

Chapter 78

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

experience and knowledge of the PACK, had a point, but did that mean I had to sacrifice my child's freedom? As uncertainty gnawed at me, I resolved to find a way to discuss it with Carlos later,