ceholder, perhaps even someone his family had arranged. Someone who would be a more suitable mother for a Miller heir

st for a few hours, came with

cally as Chloe drove them towards the hospital. "You must be the most

rs cannot," Chloe replied calmly, her eyes on the road. The phrase

ad of nonsense. Let's be honest. You're the lady of the

nse of clarity. Isabella was right. That's exactly what

"The woman who needs a nanny? You're using me, Isabella. You' re

ond. "He loves me. He would divorce

" Chloe countered, pulling i

idn't have

ed through the halls, she saw old colleagues. One of them

ages! I heard you got married. We

loe. "It's good to see you

r had," he said warmly. "It's a shame you

thinking about that a lot lately," she admitted, her voice softe

mile. "There are great fellowship programs abroad. A year in New

ll look into it," she said, feeling a genuine smile for the first time all day. "I'm not go

amed. "That'

ng for yourself? What a joke. You're trapped

her new life in New York, a life far away from t

? Did the check-up go well?" He didn't ask about Chloe, didn't ask how her da

ound of his voice a meaningless buzz. Let him worry, she thought. Let him pour all his attention and care into anot