As the jet finally landed at the private airport, her hands gripped the
leather armrest. She would never again feel guilty about keeping their baby a
secret from Jhon. After this, she would never let herself feel anything for him.
She would do her job, pretend to be his adoring mistress—ha!—then collect the
check and forget his existence. She would.
As the door of the private jet opened, Deny woke up with one of his adorable baby smiles. His toothless grin and happy cooing were worth any
amount of sleepless nights, she thought.
“We’re just here for one night, Deny,” she told her baby, kissing
his forehead as she unbuckled his seat. “Just a quick night here and we’ll go
straight back home.”
“Did he sleep well?” Jhone said sardonically behind her.
She gave him a pleasant answering
