Her parents are dead, and she's been sticking with me these years; it's normal for her to be a bit clingy.
She'll understand more when she gets older.
Caiden Ward repeatedly convinced himself, lifting his foot towards the guest room.
"Kari?"
A door suddenly opened beside him. Rosy Harris, fresh from a shower wrapped in a soft white bathrobe, stood to the side, looking up at him.
Her hair was half-dried and draped over her shoulders. Her face was bare of makeup, backlit with a gentle glow, her bright eyes and white teeth striking, just the kind of woman he admired.
But—
At this moment, Caiden Ward was in deep depression and had no interest at all in appreciating her.
He barely stood still, impatiently saying, "Go to sleep early."
"What's going on?"
Rosy looked puzzled, glancing towards the master bedroom, hesitantly asking, "Is Maeve crying? What's going on?"
