“Mom, what are you doing here?
“You’re not having second thoughts, are you? Thinking about coming back to bake me a cake?”
“But Auntie already promised to come to my birthday party. We’re even going to make a mango cake together in front of everyone. What are we supposed to do now?”
Reese glanced at the smear of cream on Robbie’s nose, then at his face as he pretended to look troubled. Her voice was calm and even. “You two go ahead. I need to talk to your dad.”
Robbie had expected her to get mad, so he froze for a second, then his temper flared up.
“Mom, Auntie and I are tired. Since you’re the lady of the house, why don’t you get us some fruit?”
Reese shot a quick look at the housekeeper, who was hovering nearby, and said, “You go do it.”
“I want you to do it!”
Robbie jumped to his feet and pointed at Reese.
“Robbie, that’s enough.”
Maybe the noise carried upstairs, because Sebastian walked out of his study and leaned on the railing, looking down at Reese.
“Come upstairs. We’ll talk in my study.”
Robbie immediately went quiet, glaring at Reese before turning away in a huff.
Reese ignored him and headed upstairs to the study. She started to close the door behind her.
“Leave it open.”
Sebastian was sitting behind his desk, eyes on his computer.
Reese glanced downstairs, and right away she caught Sofia looking up at her. Sofia’s smile was sweet, almost smug. Reese shot her a mocking smile back.
Great. So now he actually cares about appearances in front of his mistress.
“Reese, you’ve really crossed the line lately.”
Sebastian’s voice snapped her attention back.
“Not only did you start working at the research institute, you moved out too.
“You’re breaking the agreement.”


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