Helga told me she would only put on this outfit when she had a mission, so they must’ve left on orders.

Could their target be Ashton?

They were gone for three days without any news whatsoever.

For the past three days, I couldn’t sleep well. I’d only fall asleep watching Baby on the laptop screen.

It was midnight by the time I fell asleep. Suddenly, I heard the door downstairs creaking open in a daze. I promptly jolted awake and put on a cardigan before rushing downstairs.

When I arrived at the hall, Helga had returned to her room through the other flight of stairs. The bodyguard was also nowhere to be seen. Marcus was the only one in the living room. Clad in a black cloak, he looked worn out as he stared at the religious painting on the wall. I remembered he also did the same thing when I arrived the other day.

Hearing my footsteps, he asked, “It’s late. You aren’t asleep yet? Were you waiting for me?”

There was a hint of delight in his voice.

instead said, “Looks like you weren’t

returned as he made his way over to

and leaned forward to scan my figure. There

too, right?”

so I wouldn’t allow him to see that side of

raised a brow and straightened his

confident

about to pry more information from him when he

said you’ve only seen your son once. You

in topic was too abrupt, but I went along with him. “Yes. I can’t stop thinking

to me, Marcus turned at his

year? Do you know how torturing this

don’t you lock me up with my son? Please, I beg of you. I don’t want

unmoving, as though reminding me my efforts

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