CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: MATRIARCH ELEANOR WILES

Heaven's POV

Eden! Are you still with your Nintendo?!” Damien yelled at our four-year-old, who was quite obviously still playing.

“No…” he mumbled, quickly tossing the game behind his chair just before Damien stepped into the dining room.

Damien’s steps paused when he saw me. His gaze lingered, sweeping over me from head to toe before he cleared his throat.

“Heaven, you look… beautiful.”

I almost laughed at the faint pink in his cheeks as he looked away.

“Thank you,” I said softly, turning to fix Eden’s shirt.

“You really should start dressing yourself, don’t you think?”

“No, I like when you dress me, Mommy.”

I chuckled at his little pout. “Alright, alright.”

“We should get going,” Damien said, glancing at his watch, his foot tapping impatiently against the floor.

I understood his tension — it was my first time meeting his whole family, and he didn’t want us to be late.

“Yeah, let’s head out,” I said, taking Eden’s small hand and leading him toward the car.

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