The CEO's Rejected Wife And Secret Heir novel Chapter 163

Chapter 163: Chapter 163: The Lockdown

Aria’s POV

Three days under lockdown, and the penthouse had started to feel like a very beautiful cage.

I understood the necessity — every time that photograph flashed through my mind, the lobby, the shadow, the deliberate see what I can do of it — the lockdown settled around us like armor, necessary and suffocating in equal measure. Reyes’s team was good, the building was secure, and there were layers between Marcus and Noah that I could count and trust. But Noah was four years old, and he wanted to go to the park.

"Mama." He appeared at my elbow for the third time that morning while I tried to answer emails, his expression carrying the particular gravity of a child who felt a deep injustice had been done to him. "When can we go outside?"

"Soon, baby." The same answer I’d given him yesterday and the day before.

"You keep saying soon." He leaned his whole small weight against my arm. "Soon was yesterday. And the day before yesterday. That’s a lot of soons."

"It is," I agreed, pulling him onto my lap despite the open laptop. "You’re very good at counting soons."

"I know." He accepted this as plain fact. "Daddy said soon too. I think you’re both saying it because you don’t want to say no."

I pressed my face into his curls so he couldn’t see my expression. "Smart kid."

"Can Theo come here instead?" he asked, sitting up to look at me.

"Not right now, bug."

"Why not?"

"Because we’re just being a bit careful at the moment." I kept my voice light, the way Damien and I had agreed — matter-of-fact, no fear in it, no detail that would make him feel the walls closing in. "It won’t be forever. Just for now."

Noah tilted his head, studying me the way he sometimes did, with those ice-blue eyes that saw too much. "Is it because of the bad man?"

I went still. He looked up at me, serious and watchful in that way he had sometimes — too old for his face, too knowing — and I reminded myself that this was a child who had absorbed more than he should have, who paid attention to adult voices and body language and the particular quality of silence that meant something was wrong.

"Why do you ask that?" I said carefully.

"I heard Daddy on the phone." He said it simply, without guilt. "He said ’Marcus’ and ’not getting near my son’ and then he saw me and made a face and said ’go find your dinosaurs.’ But I already had my dinosaurs."

I exhaled slowly. "You shouldn’t listen to adult conversations, baby."

"I wasn’t listening on purpose," he said, with the absolute conviction of a child who had reasoned this through. "My ears just heard."

He was quiet for a moment, turning something over in his mind the way he did when he was working up to the real question, and then he looked at me with those serious eyes and asked, "Is it the man who took me away? From you and Daddy?"

My chest tightened, but I kept my face steady. "Yes, baby," I said softly. "It is."

He nodded slowly, like that answer had confirmed something he’d already half-known, and for a moment he just sat there processing it with a gravity that broke my heart a little. "But you found me last time," he said finally.

"We did," I said. "We always will."

"Okay." He seemed to settle at that, something releasing in his small shoulders. "So that’s why we’re being careful."

"That’s exactly why." I smoothed a curl back from his forehead. "There are a lot of good people making sure we’re safe — that’s what the new people at the door are for."

He thought about this seriously. "Like guards?"

"Sort of like guards."

"Like in Dragon Kingdom." He brightened considerably. "The king always has guards when there’s a quest happening. Are we on a quest?"

"We are absolutely on a quest," I said, grateful for the opening.

"What’s our quest?" he asked, leaning forward with real interest.

"Staying safe and being together." I squeezed him tight. "Very brave, very important quest work."

He seemed to find this satisfactory and slid off my lap with the mercurial ease of a child who could pivot from existential to cheerful in under ten seconds. "I’m going to tell my dinosaurs we’re on a quest," he announced, already halfway down the hall.

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