Page 44 of Bliss with a Billionaire
“Sit down,” Sierra said. “You should rest.”
She climbed onto the bed next to Julia and snuggled closer to her. Grant smiled at the scene, loving how much she loved his family.
“It’s good to see you home, Sunshine. Peak Princess, Junior G, our conversation is to be continued.” Alex winked at them before he stepped toward the door. “Grantster, good to see you.”
“Julia,pleasestop scaring us,” Sierra said as she laid her head down on her shoulder.
“I’ll try. Believe me, tonight was frightening enough for me to hope this all ends soon.”
“Sir?” Worthington said from behind him.
He stepped from the room. “Worthington, I think given the circumstances, we’ll be skipping breakfast and possibly lunch. Everyone needs some rest.”
“I understand, sir. I will inform the cook, and we shall prepare to provide meals whenever someone requests them.”
“Great. Thank you.”
“Sir, may I just say how pleased I am that you both are okay. James informed us of what happened.”
“Thank you.” Grant swallowed hard, the horrific moments flashing through his mind again. “I’m glad Julia’s safe. I hope this all ends soon.”
“As do I, sir. Mrs. Knight is becoming quite a problem.”
“And more and more dangerous. Every time she’s backed into a corner, she comes out worse than the last time. I’m sure this has to do with the crushing defeat she received at the HG board meeting.”
“Someone must put a stop to her antics,” Worthington said.
“I couldn’t agree more. I’m going to get some rest. I don’t expect to be up until late afternoon.”
“Of course, sir. I shall ensure you are undisturbed.”
The butler left him alone in the hall. He sucked in a breath, realizing how tired he was. With a deep sigh, he returned to his son’s room to collect Julia.
As he entered, the scene before him melted his heart. Julia slept peacefully, sandwiched between his two sleeping children. One hand clasped Kyle's, while the other cradled Sierra's head against her shoulder.
He smiled at them as he pulled the blanket over them and turned off the light. Overwhelmed with a fierce protectiveness, Grant collapsed into the chair beside Kyle’s bed, abandoning thecomfort of his own bed. He let his head thud softly against the back of the chair, content to watch his family sleep safely and soundly.
His eyes finally slid closed, and he dozed off. When he awoke, the sun was already setting. He glanced at the bed, finding everyone else still soundly asleep. The scene brought the familiar warmth rushing back to him.
It also brought a surge of protectiveness rushing through him. Lydia had nearly succeeded in ripping apart the family he’d cobbled together. His fingers twisted into a fist. He wouldn’t let her do it.
Rising, he quietly left his sleeping family behind. As the sun disappeared below the horizon, he strode to his car, one destination in mind.
After sliding behind the wheel of his car, he pulled out from the garage. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. As each mile passed, his will grew stronger. He was going to stop this fight once and for all.
On a side street, he slid into a parking space before he climbed into the night air, craning his neck to stare up at the apartment on the top floor. His eyes narrowed, and his fists tightened.
He strode inside, ignoring the man behind the desk as he raised a hand to cover his face, keeping his footsteps confident as though he belonged there.
He crossed to the elevator bank and pressed the button. As one slid open, he stepped inside, taking it to the top floor. After the doors slid open, he crossed to her door, staring at it for a moment.
With a hard swallow, he battled the surge of second thoughts that threatened his resolve. With a steely determination, he dismissed them, understanding the necessity of this confrontation for his family’s future.
He raised his chin, sliding his shoulder back as he pounded on the door.
It opened a second later, and he came face to face with his surprised ex-wife. “Grant. Well, this is a surprise.”
“Hello, Lydia.”
