Chapter 221 The Tension Mounts

• Bianca was deep in her task of poring over the accounts. Hours later, stretching and yawning mightily when she roused herself from her work, it was to find that baby Cian was mightily peeved to find that his milk van was delayed. She burst out laughing at the affronted pink face, plump and cross as the baby glared at her, screwing up his small face to let out an almighty howl.
• Scooping him into her arms and showering his face and soft arms with kisses, after she had picked him from the warm clutches of Sylvie, who she suspected, was totally enamoured with Cian. She settled down in her favourite position by the large window, looking outside as the rain clouds thinned.
• Leaning back her head, she rotated her shoulders, sighing in pleasure as she stroked Cian’s soft brown tendrils that curled around his forehead. The baby murmured appreciatively as he suckled hungrily.