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Chapter 8
Chapter 8 Clara's POV I was internally freaking out, not like there was much to be freaked out about. Dominic wasn't even saying anything or maybe his attention was on someone else not my son. But, no matter how hard I try to convince myself to believe otherwise, I knew the truth. Clearing my throat loudly, his attention returned to me with obvious strain. "Who's the kid?", he asked, attempting to inject a sliver of nonchalance in his voice but I could see through the facade. He wants to know. I frowned, putting on an impatient look. "You called me out of a possible business connection to ask me the name of a child?", my voice held a hint of growing anger. It was good, he'd drop it after noting my sour mood. Dominic shook his head, tearing his eyes away from Nico. "It's not like
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