“Ashley” Natasha greeted with a tight smile, her eyes narrowed at the sight of the brown haired woman casually sitting on an armchair.

“You are here.”

“Of course, I got your letter,” Ashley replied, her hands patting the little boy in her arms. “You seem to be enjoying yourself, Natasha.” Her eyes flickered towards the door. “So much that you've got Lucious escorting you home now.”

“Jealous?” Natasha raised a brow. “That it has always been me and not you?”

A smile ...