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Chapter 149: The Bedtime Story

作者: Evve
last update 公開日: 2026-01-27 16:37:57

The penthouse was quiet, bathed in the warm, ambient glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The chaotic, high-stakes rhythm of the day—the meetings, the press, the business of being Cross and Vale—had finally wound down.

Ethan had been bathed, his small body smelling of lavender and clean cotton. He was wearing his dinosaur pajamas, the cape from his superhero costume draped over the foot of his bed like a sentinel.

It was 8 PM. Bedtime.

Usually, this was Au
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