Chapter 118

Back at the Volkov Villa, Sloane had no choice but to take the medicine Dominic shoved into her hand. After that, fatigue washed over her so heavily that even Jeremy, normally a ball of endless energy, finally collapsed beside her on the giant bed. They lay there like two defeated warriors after a long day of battle. Sloane turned her head, staring at the little boy sprawled like a starfish across the blanket. “Jeremy,” she whispered. He scooted closer immediately, moving with exaggerated stealth, like a tiny thief sneaking toward a cookie jar. “Hmm?” he hummed, eyes wide with curiosity. Sloane suddenly sat upright, excitement sparking through her fatigue. “Does your uncle… like anything? Anything at all?” She hated having debts. And Dominic, despite how cold he acted, had stepped in for her again and again. She couldn’t repay him with just a “thank you.” Not after today. But she had no idea what the man liked. He didn’t talk, didn’t reveal, didn’t give away even crumbs about his prefe