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Chapter 75: Do Not do Anything
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2026-09-07 17:29:25
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Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 134: Epilogue
ELENA “Your son has decided he doesn't want to wear shoes to our wedding,” Damian said from the doorway. I turned away from the mirror and found him holding Lucas against his hip, one tiny leather shoe in his hand. “He was wearing both when Margaret brought him upstairs.” “He removed one in the hallway and threw the other at Ethan.” I laughed as Lucas reached for the flowers on my dressing table. “Give him to me. Perhaps he'll cooperate with his mother.” “I wouldn't count on that. He spent the last ten minutes trying to eat my cufflinks.” Damian brought him over, and Lucas immediately reached for my necklace. At fourteen months old, our son had become an enthusiastic explorer of anything within reach. He had recently learned to walk, although he still preferred crawling whenever speed mattered. “Lucas Williams Cross, your father and I would appreciate a little cooperation today,” I told him. He answered by pulling at my necklace. “That's precisely what he told me downstair
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 133: Ask Me Again
DAMIAN“You have been strange all day,” Elena said.“I’ve been at work all day.”“You called me three times.”“I call you every day.”“You called once to ask whether Lucas finished his bottle, once to ask what time Margaret was leaving, and once to ask whether I had plans tonight when you already knew I didn’t.”I set my keys on the table and looked at her. “You’ve built a fairly convincing case.”“I spent five years married to you. I know when you’re hiding something.”“That is an unfortunate choice of words.”Elena watched me for another moment before returning to the papers in front of her.Lucas had gone down twenty minutes earlier after spending most of the evening refusing to accept that sleep was necessary. Margaret had left for the night, and the house had finally become ours.The ring had been in my pocket since I arrived.I had bought it three days ago and carried it twice without taking it out.There had been no difficulty choosing it. The difficulty had been deciding when
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 132: Ordinary Life
DAMIAN“You’re staring at him again,” Elena said as she lowered her tablet onto her lap.“I’m watching him attempt to eat his own foot.”“That is called discovering his body.”“He discovered his hands last month. I thought we were making progress.”Lucas released his sock long enough to make an offended sound in my direction, then grabbed his ankle again.“He disagrees with your assessment,” Elena said.“He frequently does.”Four months had turned the tiny baby I had once been afraid to hold without checking the position of his head into a heavier, louder boy who had opinions about everything from bathwater to the speed at which his bottle arrived.He was healthy.Dr. Bennett had stopped prefacing every appointment with discussions about corrected age and weight concerns. Lucas was still smaller than some babies his age, although his growth remained steady, his lungs were strong, and he had recently developed a habit of waking us before sunrise simply because he could.Our nanny, Marg
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 131: The Sentences
ELENA“Claire has called twice this morning,” I told Damian as I put my phone beside the folder I had been reviewing.He looked up from where he sat with Lucas against his chest.“Did she leave a message?”“The sentencing hearings were this morning. She said she would call when everything was finished.”Damian glanced at the phone before returning his attention to Lucas. “Do you want me here when you speak to her?”“I want you exactly where you are.”Lucas had finished his bottle ten minutes earlier and apparently decided his father’s shirt was the best place to sleep. Damian had a Cross meeting in less than an hour, while I had three production contracts waiting for signatures before lunch.The nanny interviews were scheduled for later in the week.For once, nobody was carrying Lucas into an office.My phone rang again.“Claire, I can talk now.” I answered before the second ring.“Both hearings are finished,” Claire said. “I wanted to give you the outcomes myself before you saw them
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 130: Someone We Trust
DAMIAN“We are not hiring a nanny.”Elena stopped fastening Lucas into the car seat and looked up at me.“You said that yesterday, and I heard you the first time.”“I assumed we would discuss it before you started looking for candidates.”“I haven’t started looking for candidates. I said we need to start looking because carrying Lucas between our offices is becoming ridiculous.”“I can rearrange my schedule.”“So can I, but that isn’t the point.” She checked the buckle across Lucas’s chest. “You have Cross to run, and I have a company that just took an order from twelve stores. We cannot both pretend we have unlimited time because neither of us wants somebody else caring for him.”“I don’t want a stranger alone with him.”“Neither do I.” She picked up the diaper bag. “That is why people interview nannies, Damian. They check qualifications, call references, and spend time with them before leaving their children in their care.”“He was premature.”“I remember giving birth to him.”“That
Too Late, Mr. Cross Chapter 129: Ask Me First
ELENA “You’re telling me this three weeks before production begins?” I asked. “We only received confirmation this morning.” Maya turned her laptop toward me. “Bellmont Textiles says they can fulfill the first shipment, but they cannot guarantee the remaining fabric within our production window.” I read the supplier’s email again. The twelve-store order was large enough to change the year for us and large enough to become a disaster if we missed our delivery dates. We had spent the past week hiring additional production staff and confirming quantities. Replacing one of our principal fabrics now would affect four pieces in the collection. “Send me every supplier we approved during sampling, including the ones we rejected because of price,” I said. “I want available quantities and delivery dates before we discuss changing the designs.” “I’ll have it this afternoon.” Maya closed her laptop. “There is one company with enough stock. Arden Mills.” “I remember them.” “Their price was
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