Unloved Unwanted Unstoppable (Seraphina and Dominic) novel Chapter 130

Gideon stared at the elegant signature, a faint smile curving his lips.

He snapped the proposal shut and handed it back to Myles, his voice completely indifferent. "Follow normal procedures."

Myles took the file, nodding once. "Understood, Mr. Cole."

As he turned forward to slide the documents back into his briefcase, his eyes caught something in his peripheral vision.

There was a dark, damp patch on the immaculate leather of the back seat where Seraphina had been sitting. It hadn't dried yet.

Myles couldn't help but shake his head.

His mind flashed back to the chaotic scene in the East End.

A grown man standing under an umbrella, forcing a shivering woman to strip off her jacket, then throwing her umbrella into the garbage while selfishly clutching her clothes to his chest.

Leaving her to freeze in the torrential downpour without a second thought.

He had worked for Gideon for years and had seen the worst of corporate cutthroats, but he had never witnessed a man act so incredibly pathetic over a jacket and an umbrella.

Staring at the water stain on the leather, he finally spoke up.

"Mr. Lockwood's behavior was completely out of line."

The moment the words left his mouth, Gideon shifted his gaze toward the front.

Myles froze, suddenly realizing his mistake. He scrambled to correct himself. "Apologies, Mr. Cole. I forgot that Dominic is your—"

Before he could say the word *relative*, Gideon cut him off.

"I don't have distant relatives like that," Gideon said calmly. His tone was perfectly even, but the lethal chill in his voice permeated the entire cabin. "Looking objectively at the facts, his actions were indeed garbage."

Myles nodded sharply.

He knew better than to push the issue. Critiquing the boss's family tree was a dangerous game, and he knew exactly where the line was.

He faced forward, fixing his eyes dead on the road ahead.

The car slipped back into absolute silence.

Gideon leaned back against the headrest, his gaze drifting out the window into the dark, rain-swept streets, his eyes unreadable in the shadows.

Riverside Drive.

A sudden ringtone pierced the rainy night.

Seraphina jolted awake from a light sleep, blindly reaching for the phone on her nightstand.

Seraphina closed her eyes, a sharp, cold ache spreading through her chest.

But she still answered softly, "Mommy is on her way."

The rain had died down to a drizzle. Seraphina threw on a coat, rushed outside, hailed a cab, and gave the driver the address to the Lockwood Estate.

When she arrived, the living room lights were blazing.

The massive television screen was flashing brightly with a cartoon, the volume cranked up obnoxiously loud.

Lily was sitting perfectly comfortably on the sofa, hugging a decorative pillow, her eyes glued to the screen.

It was past ten o'clock at night.

In the past, Seraphina would have never allowed the child to stay up watching TV this late.

Lily's stomach was incredibly sensitive; a lack of sleep always guaranteed she'd be sick the next morning.

Seraphina changed her shoes and walked into the living room, ready to tell her it was past her bedtime. But before she could get a single word out, Lily turned her head.

Seeing Seraphina standing there, a fleeting spark of joy flashed in the little girl's eyes, but it was instantly replaced by a guarded, defensive glare. "You're not going to turn off my TV, are you?"