Hearing the voice on the other end, Yara Chase frantically clamped a hand over Luna's mouth and ended the video call.
"Why did you come over here!"
Quinn Avery's legs went numb from shock, but she quickly forced herself to calm down, crouching to pick up her phone.
Miles York beat her to it, snatching the device from the floor.
The screen showed the call had already ended. He furrowed his brows. "Who were you talking to?"
"That Luna?"
Recalling that adorable, chubby little face, the name somehow slipped right past his lips.
Seeing her phone screen go black, Quinn took a deep breath, steadying the panic racing in her chest. "We're getting a divorce. You shouldn't concern yourself with my business."
Miles offered her no room to breathe. "Unlock it."
Quinn lowered her gaze, feigning complete indifference as she swiped across the screen a few times.
In the contact notes, it clearly read: Yara Chase's daughter, Luna Chase.
Thank god she had been prepared for this.
She would never let him know that she had given birth to his twins.
The only child he cared about belonged to Jade Winter.
He didn't deserve to know about her babies.
Luna Chase?
Those words landed in Miles's ears, inexplicably smoothing out the heavy irritation that had been gathering in his chest.
It was a good name.
Sweet, innocent, and pure—it suited the little girl perfectly.
His usually cold and isolated heart was tugged by the gentle name for a brief second.
Thinking of his sheer callousness and constant disdain, Quinn offered a cold reminder. "Can I have my phone back now?"
Noticing a fresh crack across her screen, Miles assumed it was from the drop just now.
Quinn instinctively reached out with her right hand, then quickly switched to her left to take it.
Seeing how heavily bandaged her right hand was, Miles uncharacteristically added, "The doctor said it needs a week to heal. Keep it dry for the next few days."
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