Cherry and Ethan remained at the department store while Ezra returned with the baby supplies.
From his seat on the lobby sofa, Alex kept glancing toward Ezra, who was looking after the baby.
Women had gathered around him—both mothers who had raised children before and younger women alike. He was ridiculously popular.
It was hard to tell if they were drawn in by the baby’s cuteness or if they were just admiring Ezra’s face.
With his sharp, feline-like eyes and the two teardrop-shaped beauty marks beneath them, Ezra always carried a cold, prickly aura.
His pale skin and the deep circles under his eyes, making him look perpetually exhausted, only added to that impression.
The decadent air about him made him seem unapproachable, steeped in an aura of gloom and danger.
Omg 🫶