"Be good. We can talk about this later, hmm?"
Naomi Shaw was so mortified she could have died, slapping at his hand repeatedly.
"No! We're talking about this now!"
"You're not the one in charge right now. If you don't cooperate, then the matter of Dylan is off the table!"
Naomi Shaw fell silent, just biting her lip as she looked at him, aggrieved tears shimmering in her eyes.
A sudden chill swept through the air. Naomi Shaw shivered and wrapped her arms around herself, her gaze shy yet pleading.
"If I do this, will you let me keep Dylan?"
"Fine. From now on, you can make the decisions about Dylan…"
"Please."
She curled up on the sofa, begging softly, "Julian, I'm so tired. My legs are so sore. Can you please let me go to sleep…"
"Tired?"
"We're just getting started!"
