The banquet finally came to an end. Janice, holding the now-sleeping Trista, climbed into the car, feeling a weary ache in her heart. It had been a struggle just to wrest Trista away from Callum, and the root of all these conflicts lay with the man beside her — Charles, who hadn't once stepped in to help.
"Wife, are you trying to seduce me while I'm driving?" Charles chuckled, unfazed by the electric glare Janice threw at him. He glanced at her with amused eyes as she clung tightly to Trista, her childish possessiveness almost like a child fighting over a toy.
"I'm serious — Trista's sleeping with me tonight," Janice said firmly, clutching her daughter like a lifeline. After a year apart, every day had been filled with longing. Now that her precious girl was finally back, she couldn't bear the thought of losing her to someone else again. The thought alone frustrated her beyond words.
