Chapter 72
1 ver since Kander started school, he had changed quite a bit Anathi a wondered if their bond as mother and son could be mended slow h
Tot that was just a pipe dream. –
However, Hannah took a more realistic approach
[warned her, ↑ Thea, you need to remember that Gregory is Kander’s father He’s a Sinclair. Realistically speaking, how much of a chance do you think you have of winning custody against the Sinclairs?”
Even if Anathea wanted to fight for custody, and even if she was willing to go through legat means, the financial and emotional cost would be overwhelming.
Right now, she already had her hands till taking care of Fiona and maging her own job she didn’t have the time or energy for a custody battle.
“I know you went through so much to give birth to Xander, and youve poured a
love into raising him all these years. But vou’ve given enough, Thea 11 he truly felt that love, then he wouldn’t be so close to a woman who’s been trying to destroy your tamily: I think you should start thinking about yourself more. ”
Hannah’s words jolted Anathes awake
She lowered her gare, replying, “You’re right. I’ll think about it.”
After checking in on Hannah’s situation and chatting for a little while longer, she ended the call
In Syntherra, Hannah put down her phone and picked up the bottle of liquor on the table, pouring herself a drink. She sipped at it while gazing at the moon outside the hotel’s floor–to–ceiling windows.
She was wearing nothing but an oversized men’s shirt, draped loosely over her body. One of her shoulders was exposed. Faint. red murkes trailed from her shoulder down to her collarbone.
The sound of water running echoed from the bathroom
Before long, the door opened, and Dominic stepped out with a towel around his waist. His chiseled chest and sculpted abs stood but under the dim lighting, water droplets trickling down his torso and disappearing into the fabric of the towel.
Hannah propped her chin up with one hand, glancing at him lazily. Upon seeing his physique, she let out a whistle. “Mr. Lancaster, bow indecent of you to walk around like that.”
“Are you living in the 18th century or something?” Dominic shot her a look, then walked over and grabbed her slender wrist, downing the rest of the liquor in her glass.
Noticing her eyes lingering on him, he raised a brow. “What? Want to go again?”
Nope. I have a scene to film tomorrow, so I need to sleep early,” Hannah rejected him outright
Dominic let out a quiet chuckle and set the glass down before putting his shirt on.
He never spent the night.
No matter how late they went–no matter how lost in the moment be seemed the second it ended, he was always back to being clear–headed And he never hesitated to leave
Hannah didn’t mind. If anything, she found it convenient. Waking up without having to deal with her wealthy benefactor was a
“What did you talk about with your friend?” Dominic asked as he bottoned up h
his shirt.
“Nothing much, just custody of a child,” Hannah replied absentuddedly while scrolling through her phone
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A child? Whose? Yours?” Dominic asked suddenly.
Hannah’s hand froze as she looked up at him sharply.
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But when she met his calm expression, she smiled playfully and chuckled. “Of course not. It’s hers. How could I have a child? I’ve always been active in the public eve. I don’t have time for a chil. Besides, I’ve been in the industry for years without a single scandal. Who would even have a child with?”
Dominic was the only man she had been with
And Dominic would never let a woman like her have his child…
ahut of scrutiny.
“I was just asking. You sure had a lot to say,” Dominic used, his one carrying
“And I was just answering.” Hannah shrugged, her expression remaining unchanged.
Back in Castenea, Anathea put away her phone and walked into Xander’s room.
“All done!” Xander beamed, placing the last paper crane into the jar before looking up at her.
“Mom, can you help me find a nice box? I want to put the jar in it.
Anthea nodded.
Tonight telt like the warmest, most harmonious moment they had ever shared as mother and son.
Watching Xander writing on a card, Anathea asked curiously, “Are you giving these as a gift?”
“Yup!”
Xander held up
up the card excitedly.
“Ta–da!”
When Anathea saw the name written on it, her fingers tightened around the gift box.
Natalie.
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