The Billionaire's Insignificant Wife
An intruder?
No.
Not anymore.
Clarissa reached for the robot with a quick but careful motion, pulling it from Junior's embrace slowly.
Junior shifted slightly, frowning in his sleep, his hands searching for the missing robot.
Clarissa froze, waiting.
But Junior just turned over, hugging his pillow instead, and continued sleeping.
Clarissa exhaled the breath she'd been holding, staring at the robot in her hands.
Blue and red plastic. Not very expensive. Not very special. But to Junior, this was everything.
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