The Billionaire's Regret
His eyes immediately searched the screen.
“Hi, Princess.”
Poppy lit up for two seconds, then her eyes drifted toward the croissant on her plate. “Hi, Daddy.”
Adrian smiled. “Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Bunny?”
Poppy lifted Bunny toward the screen. His napkin judge’s robe had gone crooked, and one ear had jam on it.
“Bunny’s okay too, but he’s traumatized because Daddy’s penthouse doesn’t have enough croissants.”
Adrian laughed softly. “That sounds serious.”