Chapter 57

At about eight o'clock in the evening, when she heard the doorbell ring, Thama hurried downstairs to open the door.

In the living room, the nanny is watching TV with Leslie in her arms. When the little girl sees her mother coming downstairs, she quickly raises her two small arms and signals for a hug, but she is busy opening the door.

She can only shake her head with a smile at her daughter, then bypass the sofa and go straight to the porch.

She was stunned as soon as the door was opened.

She thought it was her secretary, but now, standing outside the door, it was Carter Luciano.

His face was covered with frost, and his cold, clear, and meaningful dark blue suit was well cut. The ironed one didn't even have a wrinkle, and he was as meticulous as he was.

The whole body was shrouded in a faint chill, which intersected with the surrounding harmonious night. The bright black eyes stared at the woman in front of them for a moment, indifferent and expressionle