The Billionaire's Regret
“Bye, Daddy! Do not forget aquarium! Do not forget new uncle!”
“I won’t,” Adrian said. His smile softened, that kind of smile that could make women stupid enough to forget trauma. “Love you, Pop. Love you, Jas.”
The call ended before I could reply.
The screen immediately switched to Javier’s name, pulsing and demanding attention. Poppy flopped onto the sofa, cheeks puffed out, hugging the poor bunny until its ears were genuinely at risk.
“The universe always picks the wrong uncle first,” she grumbled.