The room fell into silence,
Damon paused, <i>a </iplex emotion welling up inside him.
He had been raised with an elite education, where practicality and benefit always came before freedom and happiness. Every decision he made was driven by gain
Emotions had never held much weight for him. He had never considered whether he was happy.
When N told him that the most important thing was for Mason to grow up freely and happily, something in
his heart stirred.
Amid the silence<i>, </i>Damon’s phone suddenly rang,
Seeing that it was Erin, he subtly furrowed his brow and stood to leave the room.
As he walked out, the oppressive atmosphere in the room lifted.
When he returned after the call, Mason had finished his soup, and N was tidying up.
Watching her graceful profile, Damon pressed his lips together and said in a low voice, “I have a meeting at thepanyter, I’lle back to see Buddy tomorrow.”
N hummed,
Her indifferent attitude didn’t bother Damon. He turned and left quickly.
The next morning, Luca brought breakfast for N and Mason.
“Mr. Fleming, it’s a long way from thepany for you toe here. You don’t need to bring meals anymore. I can just grab something at the hospital entrance,” N told him.
Luca hesitated slightly. “Let me check with Mr. Sumner first.”
“No need. I’ll talk to him when hees to see Buddy,” N replied.
Luca nodded. “Alright.”
After N and Mason finished breakfast, she tidied up and began dealing withb matters on her phone.
After more than two hours of work, she finally wrapped things up.
Looking up, she noticed Mason ncing toward the door every now and then.
N paused, lowering her gaze without a word. She understood that, despite Mason’s attempts to hide it, admiration flickered in his eyes whenever he looked at Damon. At just five years old, Mason had never met his
father, and it was only natural for him to feel drawn to him.
After a moment of reflection, N made up her mind.
When Damon arrived, Mason was napping.
N lowered her voice. “<b>I </b>need to talk to you.”
Damon looked surprised. “About what?”
“Let’s talk outside,” she suggested.
Once they were outside the room, N’s expression remained neutral
“Mr. Sumner, we should try to get along during <b>this </b>time. Even if we disagree, let’s avoid arguing <b>in </b><b>front </b>of Buddy. I don’t want to cause him any emotional distress,” she said.
Damon stared at her in silence, seemingly lost in thought.
N frowned at hisck of response. “Mr. Sumner, are you listening to me?
“Mm, I understand,” Damon finally said.
N hadn’t expected him to agree so easily and was caught off guard. She had prepared a long list of reasons <b>to </b>convince him, but it seemed they weren’t needed after all.
“That’s all I wanted to say,” she muttered, turning to return to the room<b>. </b>
Before she could leave, Damon spoke up. “Luca mentioned that you asked <b>him </b><b>to </b>stop bringing meals?”
“Yes. I can just grab something from around the hospital,” N replied, <b>only </b>now recalling the matter.
“I’m notfortable with you eating outside food,” Damon said, his tone <b>firm</b><b>. </b>“And I realize it’s a burden for Luca to keep running between thepany and the hospital. Starting tomorrow, I’ll have a housekeeper bring meals every day.”
“That’s unnecessary. The food nearby is fine,” N insisted.
Damon’s expression didn’t change, his eyes resolute. “Ms. Kinsey, I have my principles, and I don’t intend to argue over something this minor.”
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<strong>Cede</strong> is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter. With a ir for crafting emotionally intense plots and unforgettable characters, she blends love, desire, and drama into every story she writes. Cede’s storytelling style is immersive and addictive—perfect for fans of heated romances and heart-pounding twists.