تسجيل الدخول"When did you start preparing this?""The moment I found out you were pregnant, I decided to set up a room like this at the estate. Three minutes after I made up my mind, I already had people starting the renovation."Francesco's tone was even, though his eyes stayed fixed on her face. "It's been finished for over a year now. So you can all stay here without any worries."Adriana was too stunned to speak. The man in front of her was terrifying, in his own way.She'd been fretting over how she'd manage getting both kids to bed tonight, and he'd already had everything ready, long before she'd even thought to worry.The feeling of being so thoroughly kept in mind, so carefully planned for at every turn, left her at a loss, her chest aching with something bittersweet.While they talked, Milo had already run over to the tub, reaching for the toys, while Maeve had planted herself on the little toilet, treating it like a stool.Adriana quickly pushed her tangled feelings aside and got
Just as their lips were about to meet, Milo suddenly barreled into Francesco's leg, throwing his arms around it and shouting excitedly, "Daddy! Big fish!"The firework that had just gone off had, in that instant, looked exactly like a fish swimming through the sky.Francesco froze, then let out a rueful laugh.Whatever charged moment had been building between him and Adriana popped like a bubble and vanished.Adriana snapped back to herself, flustered, and pushed him away before turning to the kids to watch the fireworks with them, her ears burning quietly.Francesco took Milo's hand, his gaze lingering on Adriana's slender back, and for the first time in his life, found himself thinking the kids were a little inconvenient.He sighed. "All right. Let's go look at the big fish together."The fireworks show ran for a full hour, and the kids only grew more energetic as it went on. Even after it ended, they weren't satisfied, hollering that they wanted more.Francesco crouched down
"Don't worry, Daddy's got even better ones waiting for you," Francesco said, smiling.The two kids burst into excited chatter, waving their arms and urging him to hurry.Adriana leaned her head against the window, quietly listening to the chatter between the one grown-up and two little ones.She watched the lights blooming and fading against the sky and told her parents silently, in her heart, that she was a little happier this year than the last.Francesco had already used the smart home system to light up the entire estate ahead of time.By the time they arrived, the whole estate blazed with light, decorated so elaborately it looked like a fairy-tale castle.The moment the kids climbed out of the car, they were entranced, their little legs pumping as they ran toward the house.Francesco led Adriana and the kids up to the top floor. "Close your eyes. I'll count to three, and then you can open them."Milo and Maeve obediently squeezed their eyes shut, their long lashes flutteri
Adriana saw Chris's name light up on her phone screen, and a flash of irritation crossed her face—one she didn't even notice herself.She reached over, turned off the car's music, and answered."Chris, what's up?"Chris's voice came through, cheerful. "I booked out a private theater and had them put on Maeve's favorite princess play, just for her. I'm already on my way to come get you guys. Have you had dinner yet?"Out of the corner of her eye, Adriana caught sight of the man in the driver's seat—his lips pressed thin, his hands tightening slightly on the wheel, some mix of unease and irritation in his posture.She spoke gently but firmly into the phone. "Sorry, Chris, we're not home right now. Let's do the play another time. Thanks for thinking of her, though."She'd already promised Francesco she'd go watch fireworks with him, and she wasn't about to break that promise.And besides, Chris had arranged something only for Maeve, leaving Milo out entirely—and that wasn't somethi
Francesco scooped one up in each arm. "What have you two been up to?"Maeve pointed at the window. "Watching fireworks. So pretty."Francesco carried them over to the window. The fireworks were too far off to see clearly—only faint sounds reached them.He laughed softly. "Should we ask Mommy if she wants to go set off some fireworks ourselves?"Milo and Maeve clapped their hands in agreement at once, chanting that they wanted to go.Adriana shot him a look. "Every spot outside where you could set off fireworks is packed with people. Why would you get them worked up over that?"But Francesco already had a plan. "I came to take you all out to the Stanley estate to set off fireworks. There's no one out there—you can set off as many as you like."Adriana hesitated, but Milo and Maeve, having heard Francesco's plan, were already begging to go.She didn't want to spoil their fun, and besides, it was New Year's Eve—setting off fireworks with the kids would make it feel like a real hol
Once Francesco had finished feeding Maeve, he handed her back to the nanny and went to help Adriana sort through the holiday supplies.The two of them worked together so seamlessly they might have been an old married couple."Are you going to the Slater estate for New Year's tomorrow night?" he asked.Adriana kept sorting as she answered. "No, we're staying home.""What about coming to the Stanleys'?" he asked.She shook her head. "It's nice just staying in with our own little family. I'm not that big on crowds—having the two kids is enough for me."As she got older, she found herself caring more and more about her own small household.Building a simple, good life for herself and her children was what made her happiest.Francesco didn't press her further. It was enough that she wasn't going to the Slater estate.Chris had once saved her life, and Francesco respected that—but he didn't want her feeling bound by that debt forever.Once she'd finished putting everything away, Ad
Francesco rose and sank into the sofa. "Sit."Adriana took the seat across from him. "May I ask what kind of meeting this is?"The clock pointed to eleven. Most of the office staff had already left. She suspected his intentions weren't about the meeting at all, but about cornering her.Francesco'
Francesco's hand froze as he raised the wine glass to his lips, long fingers brushing idly along the rim. He extended the glass toward Adriana in a mock salute before tipping it back and draining it in one smooth motion."Today, we truly meet, Mrs. Slater."The words were deliberately emphasized—e
Adriana hesitated, then stole a quick glance at Francesco. His expression remained cold and detached, revealing no trace of emotion."Could we use cooperation as leverage… to make them leave Chris alone?" she asked softly.Francesco tilted his head, not even bothering to hide the faintest smirk of
Adriana stepped forward with calm composure. "Dean, gentlemen, this really isn't such a big deal. I'm sorry you had to make the trip."Dean got straight to the point. "Where's Chris?""He's in his ward. The doctor has instructed that no one disturb him for now, and he doesn't wish to see anyone."







