Chapter 8
As twilight began to paint the sky in shades of amber and violet, Chloe prepared a light, wholesome dinner of chicken broth and mashed vegetables for the twins. They ate without fuss, sitting in their high chairs and jabbering happily about a butterfly they had seen in the garden.
Julian joined them at the long mahogany dining table for the first time in months, sitting at the opposite end while Chloe assisted the boys. The vast dining room felt warm and alive rather than echoing and tomb-like.
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"You have a remarkable gift with children, Chloe," Julian noted softly, cutting into his steak with deliberate slowness. "Where did you work before coming to New York?"
Chloe paused, wiping Liam's chin with a clean white napkin before looking up with a composed expression. "I worked in a community youth center in Ohio, Mr. Sterling, before moving east to pursue early childhood education."
