Chapter 83

Gage’s POV

“Humble? If I had this house, Hollywood would pay me hundreds of millions to rent it for a shoot, with the way I’d flaunt it.” Scarlett gushes.

“Thank you.” Amanda says. It sounds more like a brush off and I wonder why the two ladies can’t just have a proper friendly conversation, even to the point of exchanging complements.

We follow her into the main house and a woman holding a little boy no more than 10 months approaches us.

She hands the adorable little to Amanda and she happily receives him. I’m guessing he’s her son as his blue eyes gaze happily at his mother.

“Come here my baby boy.” She coos and he blabbles, attempting to swallow her face.

“Where’s my husband?” She asks the lady.

“He stepped out since morning and hasn’t returned.” She replies in a thick Italian accent.

She then walks away and Amanda turns to us with Vincent in her hands.

“Guys, meet Vincent.” She hands the boy over to me and his powdery