Extra I. Cayden’s New Home

Right when Gabriella was holding back laughter by shaking her head, the cell phone in Max's pocket rang. Without wasting any time, the man checked the incoming call.

“Is that Waheed?” the woman guessed, raising an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” Max muttered before greeting. "Hello?"

“Good morning, Mister Max. Your house has been thoroughly cleaned. It is ready for occupancy,” a man reported excitedly.

Hearing the long-awaited news, the corners of Max's lips lifted lightly. “Okay, thanks, Waheed. I know we can count on you.”

"You're welcome, Sir."

Before the man had time to take the phone away from his ear, Gabriella had already launched a question. “Can we ‘go home’ already?”

"Yeah," Max answered with a curt nod. “After Cayden is satisfied playing, let's check out and hurry. Little Prince's eyes must have lit up when he looks at his new home."

With the same head motion, Gabriella widened her smile. A second later, she raised his son's fi