Chapter 8

When Zachary saw my tears fall, a flicker of emotion passed through his eyes. It was so faint that it was almost unnoticeable. Just then, the nanny who had taken Jonathan out for a walk returned. The moment Jonathan saw me, he ran over and wrapped his arms around my legs, giggling and clinging all the way. I picked him up. Holding him tightly in my arms, I dared not meet Zachary's gaze. Sensing the tense atmosphere, the nanny wanted to interject. However, before she could do so, Zachary spoke, "I'm Jon's father. Could you please give us a moment?" He even knew Jonathan's nickname. At that, my arms tightened around Jonathan. He left out a soft hum of protest, squirming slightly in my embrace. "Clara," Zachary calmly said. "May I call you that?" Before I could answer, he took Jonathan from my arms. "Don't be so tense. You're making him uncomfortable." Jonathan had always been brave, even with strangers. Though this was the first time he met Zachary, he wasn't shy at the slightest