Babysitting the Billionaire's son
“Maybe.”
I shook my head lightly, amused. “Okay. I’d like that.”
When we arrived, the sun was already beginning to dip, painting the sky in hues of gold and peach. The light filtered softly through the branches, giving everything a warm, honey-like glow. The park wasn’t crowded—just a few families scattered across the grass, children laughing as they chased each other, and couples sitting quietly under trees. The air smelled faintly of grass and flowers, and the sound of rustling leaves blended with the soft chirping of birds.
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