CHAPTER 105

OSLAZ’S POV

I watched my son and the girl with their heads bent over some paperwork. She was saying something to him, and he was laughing.

Theirs was bound to be a complicated relationship, but it was painfully obvious they loved each other.

I liked her, despite her shortcomings. She was intelligent—the fire melting his ice—and though polar opposites, they couldn’t be more suitable. 

"Done snooping around your son’s business?” My mother appeared from behind, ...