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After hours of inconsolable shrieking, little Susanne had finally succumbed to exhaustion. Evans had gently tucked her into her wooden cot, smoothing the soft blanket over her small shoulders before creeping back out to the kitchen.Chelsea sat at the small kitchen table, closed her eyes slowly, and inhaled the quiet air. These were the grueling, invisible hours where being a single mother dragged her straight to the precipice. Her face felt tight, stiffened by dry streaks of tears. Crying alongside her daughter was often all she could do when the colic flared, leaving her feeling utterly clueless and pathetically helpless.The silence settling over the shingled cottage was a pure, unadulterated bliss. She was going to give it ten minutes—just ten quiet minutes to let Susanne sink into deep sleep—before she changed into her uniform and left for her night shift. She knew how incredibly lucky she was that Eugene was her boss, granting her an extraordinary level of flexibility that no co

Evans stepped into the narrow hall, carefully balancing two steaming mugs of black coffee, and set them down on the low wooden table. He sank onto the worn sofa across from Davis, the springs groaning beneath his weight.Davis slowly straightened his posture, adjusting to the sudden stillness of the room. "Mr. Evans," he began quietly, his tone laced with a deference he hadn't known he possessed a year ago.It struck Evans as intensely surreal. A little over twelve months ago, he had been just another line-item employee on the payroll of this young man’s vast corporate empire—working hours without Davis ever knowing his name. Now, by some twisted turn of fate, he was the grandfather to Davis Dylan’s child.The last time Evans had heard from the Dylan family was during those chaotic weeks following Chelsea’s sudden disappearance from New York. He had promised Davis he would make contact the moment he tracked her down, largely because he had seen the genuine, raw agony in the young exec

Chelsea chose a simple, blue flowery dress for the occasion—decent, modest, and fitting for a brisk Sunday afternoon. As she had explicitly made clear to Eugene before leaving the house, she was merely meeting Davis to have "a talk," exactly as he had termed it. And she was utterly determined to keep it strictly at that. No matter how gentle, cooperative, or reformed he appeared, she couldn't afford to lower her guard. At his core, he was still a Dylan, backed by a formidable corporate force and the unlimited resources required to launch a devastating custody battle if he so chose.A ten-minute drive brought her to the Gold Light Open-Air Restaurant, the establishment Davis had selected for their meeting. Perched high on a rocky bluff, the terrace offered a breathtaking, panoramic view overlooking the restless ocean.When Chelsea stepped onto the wooden deck, she did a quick scan of the patrons and spotted him immediately. Amidst the low hum of sea breeze and chatter, Davis was hard t