Page 72 of Battle with a Billionaire

The woman pounded her way from the room as Grant rubbed his neck and sighed before he flicked his gaze to his two children. “I meant everyone.”

“Daddy! I shouldn’t have to leave. I’m being supportive.”

“And I’d prefer to stay. You know the reason,” Kyle answered.

“I think Julia may need some rest.”

“Then we should all go,” Kyle shot back.

“I’m not leaving her alone here.”

Julia’s stress leveled up as she watched the tense exchange. “Uh, do I get a say here?”

All eyes turned to her.

“Yes, Juls, you do. Sorry,” Grant answered. “Just tell us what you want us to do.”

“While I am getting tired, I wouldn’t mind a few minutes alone with you.”

Kyle’s jaw tensed at the words, and he gave a slight shake to his head. “I’ll be in the lounge. I’m off shift, so if you need me, you know where to find me.”

Sierra’s features pinched for a moment before she shrugged. “I guess, I’ll just go home and have Worthington get everything ready for Julia to come home, hopefully tomorrow.”

“That would be great, honey. I’m sure Julia will very much appreciate that.”

“I do, thank you. Uh, who is Worthington?”

“Our butler,” Sierra answered. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure he finds all the photos for you too.”

Butler? Julia’s mind whirled at the information. She’d been a CEO. She’d had a butler. Who did she marry?

Grant heaved a sigh as he collapsed into the chair next to her after seeing his daughter off. “Are you ready to run screaming yet?”

She smiled at him. “I am sufficiently confused.”

“I’m not surprised. I can try to answer your questions, but maybe you should try to relax.”

“Try to relax?” she asked. “I can’t remember a thing and it seems like I should try harder before I’m eaten alive.”

“I’m sorry. The Harringtons are not…normal.”

Her forehead pinched as she wondered why she’d married him. She seemed normal. At least on the surface.

“But like I said, this may be all better tackled once you get home.”

She settled back into the uncomfortable mattress. “I hope the beds are better there.”

He laughed, the worry finally easing away from his features. “They are. I promise. Why don’t you try to get some rest?”

“I hope I can. My mind just doesn’t want to stop.”

“It usually doesn’t.”

He seemed to know her fairly well. She wondered how long they’d dated before she married him. Maybe they hadn’t dated. She recalled Lydia’s glare at her, and her former question resurfaced. Had she been his mistress?

“Sorry, I can’t relax until I ask a really awkward question.”

“Okay,” he said, some of the concern returning to his features.

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