Ella’s petite frame was swallowed up in his oversized suit jacket, her small face flushed with a sleepy blush.
David didn’t wake her. Instead, he slipped out of the car, opened her door, and gently lifted her into his arms.
As he carried Ella back toward the apartment, Wyatt stepped out into the hallway. “Mr. Harmon, you brought Ella home? She’s asleep? Let me take her.”
Wyatt reached out, clearly expecting David to hand her over.
But David just tightened his hold and kept walking, sidestepping Wyatt and heading straight for his own place.
“Mr. Harmon,” Wyatt called out behind him.
David stopped, turning just enough to listen.
Wyatt’s voice was serious. “We’re all adults here. If you love her, then love her fully. If you don’t, let her go. This back and forth between Ella and Jessa isn’t fair to anyone. Sooner or later, someone’s going to get hurt.”
David stayed silent.
Wyatt pressed on. “You need to figure out who you really care about. Is it Ella or Jessa? Only you know the answer. You need to decide soon. I won’t let you keep putting Ella through this.”
David didn’t respond. He just closed the door quietly behind them.
Inside the apartment, David carried Ella into his bedroom and laid her on the plush bed.
She didn’t stir, lost in her dreams. She shifted a bit, curling up until she found the perfect spot, then drifted even deeper into sleep.
David couldn’t help but reach out and gently pinch her cheek, a soft laugh rumbling in his chest. “Ella, is there anything that can wake you up?”
She stayed asleep, but her brow crinkled like she could feel him bothering her. She turned her face away and let out a tiny, sleepy “mmph.”
The sound was long and sweet, almost like she was saying “don’t.” It was the kind of soft, girlish protest that made him want to smile.
Heat flashed through David again. He forced himself to let go, reminding himself she was fast asleep. There was nothing he could do.


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