“Yes, sweetheart. I thought you might enjoy some new art supplies and books,” I said warmly, my demeanor softening completely in the child’s presence.
Grace clapped her hands together with joy. “Thank you, Alpha Connor! Can I open them now?”
“Of course,” I smiled, watching her happiness with satisfaction.
Natalie approached with polite reserve. “Alpha Connor, how thoughtful of you to visit Grace.”
Her response was courteous but distant - a marked change from her previous warm acceptance of me as Olivia’s intended mate. The shift in family dynamics left me puzzled and concerned.
“Mrs. Winters, I hope Grace continues to recover well from her ordeal.”
“She’s been much better lately,” Natalie replied carefully, her eyes flickering toward Adrian with subtle acknowledgment.
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