Chapter 89 Arguing Again Over Gabriel

• It was the weekend, and I was back at home—or rather, at Darius’s house—because I wanted to spend time with the children. After tucking them into bed, I walked into the study. The night pressed heavily against the windows. Darius sat at one end of the long table, hunched over files, the dim lamplight casting sharp shadows across his face.
• I inhaled slowly, forcing my voice to remain steady. “Do you have a minute? There’s something I need to ask you.”
• He looked up, expression unreadable. “About what?”