Grace
Charles returned to the table. Though his expression smoothed out into something that was supposed to be welcoming and calm, his eyes were still glowing. He was furious and trying to hide it.
“My apologies, Grace. I thought I raised him better, but I promise that he will suffer for his actions.”
I licked my lips. I wanted to ask more about that whole exchange, but I tightened my grip on my phone and pushed those thoughts away. His gaze darted to my clenched hand and then back to my face.
“… You were saying you had a proposal.”
“It’s perfectly all right to want to ask questions.”
I shook my head. “Whatever that was, all of it, has nothing to do with me.”
I didn’t have time to think about why he would call me Devin’s future stepmother. I didn’t have time to think about it or ho
