"You, obviously!" Melanie snapped. "You're sitting on fifty million. Don't be cheap."
Sylvia rolled her eyes, reluctantly dialing the number.
***
Meanwhile, Yardley was back in his car, holding Dawn close, his heart aching.
The baby was clearly traumatized by the chaotic VIP lounge, the strobe lights, and the smoke. Her tiny face was streaked with tears, and her voice was hoarse from screaming.
It felt as though Yardley's own heart was bleeding. "It's okay, sweetheart. Daddy's here. Don't be scared. Daddy will protect you."
He rocked her gently, murmuring soft comforts. Sensing his warmth and security, Dawn finally stopped crying. Her large, innocent eyes widened as she stared up at him.
Father and daughter gazed at each other.
A strange, overwhelming warmth flooded Yardley's chest. It had only been a short while since he'd seen her, but her features seemed even more defined. Her dark, expressive eyes, her rosy porcelain skin, and her soft, naturally curly hair made her look like an exquisite little doll. She was breathtakingly beautiful.
Unable to resist, he pulled her securely against his chest and pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
Instinctively, he reached for his phone to call Scarlett, wanting to assure her that Dawn was safe. But he hesitated. If he told her now, Scarlett would instantly demand her back.
He had missed his daughter so much. Holding her now, he felt his entire world melting into her tiny form. He couldn't bear to let her go.
A deeply selfish thought took root in his mind: *I just want one night. Just one night with her. I'll give her back tomorrow.*

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