They might be curious, wondering what my husband looks like and whether he's as good-looking as he was on TV. A small sarcastic laugh leaves my lips as I stand beside Luke, still waving and smiling sweetly at my fans.
Noticing the grin on Luke's face, I whisper to him, "Don't flatter yourself. You're not that hot. I would die in a heartbeat to let those drooling girls devour you so that I can live in peace for the rest of my life."
Luke chuckles in a way that makes me think that he's trying hisbest to prevent himself from howling with laughter.
"That's too bad. I'mtaken. By mydear wife,"he emphasizes the last two words and suddenly tightens his hold on my hand. "Should we remind them of that? Do you prefer a peck on the lips or a full-blown make-out?"
I stiffen in an instant. My instinct to protect myself makes me zip my mouth. My nostrils flare. Every time I try to get back at this man, he always comes out with a more lethal weapon.
Maybe I should call the CIA or FBI first before I attack him.
I scowl inside my heart until we reach his Rolls Royce waiting for us in the airport parking lot. Both of us sit in the back even though I'm tempted to sit beside the driver, just to stay as far away from him as I can.
But that will look hella strange to the photographers following us—I don't want them to assume that I'm his new maid. No way.
The journey from the airport to his house is silent. I keep looking out of the window, ignoring him, trying to enjoy the view of beautiful New York City on this bright sunny day instead.
Halfway through our journey, Luke breaks the silence, "You're going to meet my nephew later."
That makes me turn my head toward him.
"He wanted to attend the wedding yesterday but couldn't do so because he was sick," he says.
I frown. Nephew? That's surprising. I didn't know that Luke had one. I remember that my team fed me with information about Luke—during one of the meetings at my house—and they said that Luke is the only heir and successor of Klein Enterprise, so how can he have a nephew?
Does he have a sibling?
"Is he getting better now?" is the first question that I ask instead.
Luke gives me a small nod. "Yeah, it was just a cold."
I decide to dig in a little bit more—I'm going to live with them anyway. "So, you live with your siblings?”
Luke shakes his head, signaling that the answer is false. “No, my elder brother and his wife died in an accident, and since then, he’s been living with me.”
My heart sinks. So, Luke has lost a brother. But the boy must have been hurt even more, losing both of his parents. I didn't have a chance to see my mom because she died when she gave birth to me, but I still remember the pain of losing Dad when he had a heart attack—it was too painful, enough to make me turn to Morgan.
"I'm sorry," I say softly.
Luke goes silent, still looking to the front.
"I hope that you'll be good to him. He's..." he falters. "He's a big fan of yours."
That startles me. I feel mixed emotions inside me.
Does the boy like me? That makes warmth sip into my heart.
I’ve always had a special connection with children. During the early period of my career as a singer—when my songs weren't dominated by romantic love songs—it was easier to connect my lyrics with them.
It wasn't a surprise when the first award that I got was a Kid's Choice Award.
A soft smile touches my lips. I feel a sudden hope in my heart.
Luke might irritate me 100% of the time, but I feel like I can be friends with this boy. I already like him even before I’ve met him.
"What's his name?" I ask.
"Aiden," Luke says.
