“I live here.” she said as-a-matter-of-fact.

Ceaser was confused. “The owner of the house?”

If she owned the house then…

“I own the house…” she said “…now at least.” she murmured.

“Who owned it previously?” he asked, praying silently that she would give him a name and he’d be on his way in search of the previous owners.

She stilled and just stared at him. She shook her head and blinked fast. Then she looked back at him.

“I’m sorry for my bad manners. Do you want to come in?” She smiled at him.

The change in her expression was so fast that he felt like he stumbled in.

“Sure.” He said, stepping in as she opened the door wide.

Ceaser entered and waited for her to shut the door behind her then she led him into the living room which he could see from entrance.

They entered the living room and Ceaser saw some toys at the corner and a duster on the table.

She was cleaning.

“I’m sorry about the mess.” She said as she picked the duster and took it to the kitchen which was open to the living room. “Have a seat please.”

Ceaser sat and waited for her to join him.

I get you anything?” She called from

really needing to cool

a few seconds later she came back with a cup of clear

from

his as Ceaser placed the glass on the table and then turned to her.

want to thank you for yesterday. I would have gotten there late or not at all.” She spoke before

entire time as he tried to digest that the woman he may or may not have a thing for might be his daughter’s adoptive

sorry I didn’t get to introduce myself yesterday.” She said.

have the chance to reply

“I’m Jules Jenna.”

was looking for which was exactly what he

‘baby stealer’. The one whom all he wanted from was to get close to, gain her trust, then

seen the

asked when his expression had gone sour.

realized I have to be somewhere.” He stood up “I apologize for showing up

up slowly.

chance to thank you for last night, again.” She led him towards the door.

as he stepped out, she stood and watched Ceaser walk down the

way.” Ceaser said.

the mother to his daughter would already know who he was through the media but she didn’t. He could use that to his advantage. If she knew who he was, she was likely to either fall to his feet or not give him the time of the day. And

who didn’t care about money and status as most of them did. She was different, she was good, kind and uninterested in wealth or status

said with a

him a smile that didn’t quite reach her

meeting

into his car and drove off, his mind going

till it

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