《Meant To Be Daddy’s: Claimed By My Fiance’s Father》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

SERAPHINAMy room was warmer than the corridor.Nadia kicked her shoes off at the door and climbed onto the bed, pulling the duvet over both of us while I changed out of the lingerie into something that felt less like a mistake and more like myself. Oversized shirt. Shorts and my hair tied back.I climbed in beside her.We sat with our backs against the headboard, the lamp on low, and the chocolate bar open between us. For a few minutes, neither of us said anything. Just existing in the same space the way we used to before everything had gotten complicated.It felt like exhaling.“I drugged the wine,” I said.Nadia turned to look at me.“I put something in it, from the medical supply. To make him talk.” I looked at the duvet. “He figured it out before he drank any of it.”Nadia was quiet for a moment. “How mad was he?”“He threw a glass at the wall.”“The wall specifically or in your direction?”“The wall. Nowhere near me.” I paused. “He would never—”“I know,” she said immediately.

SERAPHINAShane’s mother’s name was Elaine and within four minutes of meeting her, I understood completely how Shane had turned out the way he had.She had the same directness, the same unhurried warmth, the same quality of making whoever she was talking to feel like the most interesting person in the room without any apparent effort. She was small and fair, and moved through the enormous house like it was a cottage, completely at ease, touching things as she passed them, straightening a frame here, picking up a cup there - the unconscious movements of someone who had made a large space genuinely hers.She took my hands when Shane introduced me and looked at my face properly, the way people rarely did on a first meeting.“Seraphina,” she said, like she was testing the weight of it. “That’s a beautiful name. Come in, come in, you must be hungry, the drive from Wolfe pack is at least three hours—”“Two and a half,” Shane said.“You were speeding,” she said, without looking at him. “Don’

SERAPHINAShane’s wardrobe was way too organized. All neat rows with everything folded and colors grouped loosely together.A total contrast to the unicorn vomit that mine was back home. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of shorts and held them out without making it a thing.“They’ll be enormous on you,” he said.“Everything is enormous on me.” I took them. “Turn around.”He turned around immediately, no hesitation, and faced the corkboard above his desk with his hands in his pockets.I changed quickly, shrugging into the shirt that fell to mid-thigh and tying the shorts at the waist to keep them from falling entirely. I caught myself in the mirror on the wardrobe door and looked approximately like someone wearing a tent.“Okay,” I said.He turned back and looked at me and something flickered in his eyes briefly before he organized his expression.“Don’t say anything,” I said.“I wasn’t going to say anything.”“You were organizing your face.”“My face is perfectly still.”“Your face is

DAMIENAlan called at half past ten on a Tuesday morning.Not the burner. His personal line, the number I’d had for twelve years, and it rarely. I looked at the screen for two rings before I picked up.“Alan.”“Damien.” The familiar performance warmth, always present, always slightly too polished. “I’m calling as a courtesy.”“About what?”“Well.” A pause with something in it. “It appears our children have been spending time together.”I set down the document I was holding. “What?”“Your ward and my son,” Alan said, definitely enjoying this more than he was letting on. “They were here yesterday. They stayed the night. Elaine fed them twice, which you know is her highest form of approval.” Another pause. “I suppose that makes us something like family, Damien.”The word family coming from Alan Voss’s mouth had never once in twelve years sat comfortably.“Shane and Seraphina are colleagues,” I said.“Of course,” Alan said pleasantly. “That’s why they were sharing breakfast with my wife

DAMIENMy body responded before my brain caught up. My hand found her waist, pulling her closer despite the gear shift digging into my forearm. Her mouth opened under mine, tongue tracing my lower lip. That's when something inside me snapped.I deepened the kiss, one hand sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. She made a small sound against my mouth, part surprise, part pleasure. The car suddenly felt too small, too hot. My fingers traced the curve of her spine through the thin material of her dress. She shivered, pressing closer. The kiss grew hungrier, more desperate. Months of loneliness, of pretending to be strong for everyone else, poured out through our joined lips."Damien," she breathed against my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "I..."I silenced her with another kiss, my free hand finding her thigh. Her skin was impossibly soft, warm beneath my touch. I slid my palm upward, pushing her dress higher. She didn't stop me. Instead, she shifted in her seat, g