The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

C H A P T E R 3 8
E L I A S
“W
here are we going?” Adeline looked out the
window the way a child would on a long road
trip. I’d never tire of looking at her, but it made me yearn for
miniature Addies running around with that same expression
on their faces.
“I want you to meet someone very important to me.”
“Who?” She turned in her seat. “I’m not even dressed to
meet someone important.”
“Trust me, she won’t mind.”
“Are you sure? Because if we showed up at your mother’s
house like this she’d judge.”
“She won’t judge.” I smiled, reaching for her hand as the
car slowed down in front of the small cottage in the
countryside. “We’re here.”
“Oh.” Adeline frowned. “I was not expecting this.”
We got out of the car, security escorting us to the front
door. This time, I didn’t let Addie stay behind me. I held her
hand and had her walk beside me the entire way up the
walkway. When the door opened and Nana appeared on the
threshold, she smiled wide at us, and I knew bringing Addie
was the right move, despite it being unannounced.
“Well, well,” Nana said, holding the door open for us.