Chapter 126

• By the time I finished getting ready, the morning sun had already crept through the tall windows, casting a soft glow on the polished marble floors. The moment I stepped downstairs, the familiar warmth of the house wrapped around me. I smiled instinctively at the little boy sitting at the breakfast table, his tiny feet swinging above the floor.
• “Good morning, darling,” I cooed, my voice laced with the affection I felt for him.
• But instead of his usual bright eyes and shy nod, Little Treasure turned his face away from me sharp, deliberate. A pout formed on his lips, and I could almost hear the silent huff that followed. He looked so adorably stubborn, but the cold shoulder still stung.