(Tara's POV)I ignored the cold, or maybe I was not feeling anything anymore. I guess Ben just wanted to respect my silence that he did not dare ask me. Even when we were in the car, he did not talk until he saw the mark on my wrist.“Tara, Bree’s like a daughter to me, and I don’t care shouldering the cost for her treatment.” He gritted his teeth. “No one has the right to hurt you.”I swallowed hard and looked outside the window.“I didn’t want to oblige you, Ben. You’ve been there for me, for us and I don’t want to rely on you when it comes to her,” I said.“You and Stella are giving me a heart attack,” He shook his head.I smirked. “It’s your fault marrying two stars, Ben.” I joked.“I don’t care marrying one hundred stars in the sky, Tara,” He glanced at me and when ou

(Blake's POV)No breathing exercise could relax my heart at the moment. This was more overwhelming than news of million-dollar losses in business because of economic reasons. Samantha was right, we could probably have a heart attack first if we would not know what to do with Bree. It took a while before she stopped crying. I had taken care of Sean since he was a baby but when it comes to Bree, it was different. I could not even figure out the difference but I guess it was our relation, or maybe it was Tara’s eyes that I see every time she meets my eyes or a reflection of my face when she looks at me.  I had to step out of my office for a while to call the number of the doctor written in the medical documents. Dr. Cunha seemed not surprised to hear me asking about her. She sounded cheerful as she said she was glad Bree and I finally meet, and she explained to me in detail that I had nothing to worry about he

(Blake's POV)I leaned on the door frame and watched Samantha and Bree from the ajar door. When I checked the time, it was already nine in the evening, and it was past her working time, but today she volunteered to stay a bit longer to put Bree to bed before going home.They had just come out from the bathroom, and a white bath towel covered her tiny body. I could not help but smile as I imagined how she loved the bathtub, and I promised to buy a lot of bath and squeaky toys for her to play with while she takes a bath. I had taken care of Sean, but I could not imagine myself bathing her or taking care of her. She seemed delicate and soft, and I was afraid I might hurt her tiny body.They were laughing when they came out of the bathroom. Samantha put her on top of the bed, and she opened her suitcase to look for her nightwear, but Bree picked up a blue T-shirt, and from the look of it, it’s not even hers.

(Blake's POV)My mind was struggling to decide which was most challenging if it was about closing the deal with the ambassador, thinking that Matthew was the one babysitting Bree or was it about Tara coming and living with me for a month. Samantha teased me that I had to press my business mode button to concentrate on the negotiation, and if I couldn’t, I should have to leave it to the managers to close the deal. I had to brush off other things in my mind because this deal was important to me.   After a few hours of spending time presenting, negotiating, we have finally closed the deal. She had to call our driver today because she knew none of us would be able to handle the stress ahead, which she joked was more stressful than closing the most challenging business deal I had. I hate to think I agreed with her.“Matthew,” Samantha said in a chirpy voice, giving me the wir

(Tara's POV) “Samantha,” I hissed as she walked around the boutique and pointed at the design of the clothes the staff must get. She glanced at me and smiled. “We’re not yet done, darling,” She said in an alluring tone. My eyes bulged on the prices of the clothes, and I hate to think that she will spend millions on non-important things before the day ends.  She noticed that I kept looking at the tags of the items. “Buying the whole shopping mall won’t make Blake poor, Tara,” She whispered. “Just buy the whole shopping mall, then,” I joked, rolling my eyes. She chuckled. “Good suggestion! Wait-” She turned her direction to Blake, Matthew, and Bree. They tirelessly listened to her stories. I could hear Blake laughing as Bree annoyingly told them how the chickens would not listen to her. “I was just kidding,” I said, holding her arm. Samantha grinned. “Next would be-” “Samant