The Kiss that Sparked it All

Chapter 2796

He didn’t love Regina any less, but before his paternal affection could fully bloom, there a picture-perfect family, one that could be the were other things taking precedence envy of the neighborhood. These were the considerations that preoccupied his mind.

Nolan’s heart ached for Regina who was caught in such a predicament. If it were within his power, he would spare her all this turmoil.

Imogen Skinner? Domingo Skinner?

He sat up abruptly, a subconscious reaction. Lately, the number of Skinners crossing his path seemed uncannily high.

“Hmm, I’m overthinking this,” he muttered to himself, flopping back onto the pillows. “There’s a ton of Skinners out there. What are the odds they’re all connected?”

Yet, sleep eluded him for the next half-hour. He longed for those times when Lucy would dump a pile of paperwork on his desk. At that moment, he figured he’d rather be up reviewing contracts than tossing and turning.

But tonight, he hadn’t brought any work home with him. After two restless hours, sleep finally claimed him.

next morning, Regina woke up in

wasn’t until she saw Nolan’s text that she snapped to attention. The text read: [Let me know when you’re up. I’ll come pick

a bright red at the message, which had only been sent ten minutes earlier. She quickly typed out a response, then buried her face in her pillow, recalling the

a break. Let me just forget it all,”

confront the reality, Regina knew she had to get up and get ready for the day. She

with each passing second she would present her true self to Nolan all over again if given the chance. Sure, she was a little shy now, but Nolan was different. He wouldn’t nitpick her

a flash, but when she dashed downstairs, she found Nolan already waiting there

nonchalantly against his car, he was engrossed in his

a beat at

didn’t mean to keep you waiting!” she called

smile that melted away his furrowed brow. “No worries, I just got here. And Miss Tanner, you don’t look like your usual reporter

his frank observation. “Mr. Harris, what exactly do you mean? Do I normally look bad in my reporter’s attire?”