Chapter 657

When Frederick cracked the password lock and entered Jane's room, he found the child sprawled out in deep slumber tiny arms raised overhead as if surrendering, legs folded frog-like, and the kicked-off blanket trapped beneath that small frame. Gazing at the little lump curled up on the bed wearing tiger-print pajamas, the fury that had been boiling inside Frederick instantly melted away. His expression softened into a tender, doting smile laced with helpless amusement. Tiptoeing to the bedside, he initially intended only to readjust the blanket over the little one. But the blanket was firmly pinned beneath that tiny body. With careful hands, he lifted the child just enough to free the covers. One arm cradled Jane while the other smoothed out the sheets, tucking them gently around the sleeping form. What began as a simple act of blanket-adjusting became something more. That doughy little face-peaches-and-cream complexion, rosebud lips, and those thick lashes resting like butterfly wings