Hiding His Sick Child From The CEO

through Carla's thin, washed-out trench coat the second

as she pulled her phone from her pocket. She stared at the screen, double

. The premier private rehabi

ors. The sudden rush of warm, climate-controlled

oice steady despite the chill in her bones. "I am here as the substitute for Alice's music t

paper. Instead, her eyes dragged up and down Carla's faded jeans and scuffed s

ionist slid a temporary ac

She swiped the card at the privat

uised the skin under her eyes. Her hair was pulled back into a messy knot. She l

to a halt on the top

instantly swallowed the sound of her footst

r marked V01. It

cal bleach mixed with the rich, heavy ar

d the luxury furniture and locked onto the massive Stein

heavy canvas tote bag onto the floor and

lungs. She raised her hands. Her fingertips barely brus

echoed thro

ack into her lap. She stood up, her hands s

an five, stepped out. She wore a soft, custom-made pale pink cas

onto her face. She crouched down, trying

er small arms wrapped tightly around a stuffed rabbit

hythmic click of designer heels against the

de open. Charis Clark walked in, w

er perfectly arched eyebrows pulled together

. She opened her mouth to introduce

r throat. The sound of expensive leather dress

d into the light. A dark, impeccably t

tie, up the strong jawline, a

g. The air was physicall

Julien

bandoned for mone

econd his eyes landed on Carla, his entire body w

porated. Carla's heart slammed against her

rally reached out and wrapped her arm

s a nightmare," Charis complai

against Julien's leg. She didn't make a sound, but

ding in front of her. A physical blow s

Carla's pale face, taking in her cheap,

he corner of his mouth. It wa

y. She gripped the plastic therapy

Her knuckles tu

the silent room as the plastic clip