The Billionaire Rejected Me
Irithel complained while playing with my son’s long hair, “When are you going to cut Zon’s hair? People mistake him for a girl.”
The length of his hair now reaches beyond his shoulders, so I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s mistaken for a girl, even though he wears boy’s clothes.
“You know why I’ve kept his hair long, Rith,” I glanced at her, and she just rolled her eyes at me.
I’m attempting to tie my hair into a neat bun, but it ends up looking messy. They’re behind me, on the bed, my son engrossed in playing with his toy cars and robots.