As soon as Dalton escorted Maya back to her room, he immersed himself in work, planning to buy another company. However, he found himself distracted. He wished he knew how to smile, to express the joy in his heart on his face. Just one kiss rattled him to the core. He might go crazy the day he makes love to her.
Dalton's phone buzzed:She is waiting for you in the living room.
Dalton shut his laptop and went straight to the living room. A tall, elegant middle-aged woman was waiting for him—Maya's aunt. She looked just like Soraya. Her eyes were poring over her surroundings.
"Your home is lovely," she complimented.
"Thank you. Please, have a seat."
She obliged and sat down, and Dalton followed suit.
"How may I address you?" Dalton asked politely.
