After 18 Years, Mr. CEO Wants Me Back
I could only stand there, looking at him, and wondering how we had gotten to this point.
Suddenly, I heard Louis's bedroom door open. I turned, and saw Louis standing at the threshold of his room, wearing pajamas, with messy hair and eyes still half-closed.
"Mom? What's wrong? I heard loud noises from your room," he said, his voice still hoarse from sleep.
"Nothing's wrong, Louis. Just go back to sleep."
Louis didn't move. He looked at Damian asleep on the sofa, then looked at me with a sharp gaze. "Mom, I heard you arguing. Your room isn't soundproof."