Chapter 172

• The moment I heard my own self-deprecating words echo back to me, Little Treasure didn’t hesitate he pulled out the big guns.
• His tiny hands clutched that well-worn notebook like it held the secrets of the world, and with one sweet, devastating line, he’d unraveled me.
• “Damien,” I murmured, glancing up at the man leaning silently nearby, his presence filling the room like an unspoken promise, “your son definitely inherited this from you. Isn’t he too good at making girls happy? What are we going to do when he grows up?”