t sigh and knelt dow

tures. Typically, Colton wouldn't waste time on he

dn't your mom choose ea

ck zipper and his br

'm a big boy now!" Arc

still struggles

talk, yet he found himself oddly at

litted across Archer's face as C

l s

zipper when Archer exclaimed,

ha

rd out, he felt a warm, unpleasant

ckly, then darted into a stall as swiftly as

t Colton fully grasp

al

med president of Sutton Group, j

s anger

re, you lit

s since he had f

e were crying. "Sir, I'm truly sorry. I couldn't hold it anymore. Should I get m

en aback by th

against a child i

was rid

ed up within him, and the sensatio

yet after he used soap multiple t

hear the commotion, a grin sp

ack for the way Colton had

ccrued interest; they would

, please don't be mad, okay? Just think of me as your own child and go easy on me. I rea

a few convincing sobs

pped in hi

wn ch

ould their child be a

nkempt. His hair was damp, clinging to his forehead, and his distinctive almond-shap

aped eyes with an upwa

hat the boy's eyes

nse of familiarity; i

mmon in Freley, likely the reason he fel

y, "Keep today's events to yourself, even from your mother

ured him promptly, his readiness to comply ma

o suppress h

at the stall before quick

sistant asked in shock, but Colton

e stall, a mischievous smirk on his face as he retrieved a pinhole camera hidden un

she didn't see Archer. As she was about to go look for him,

nce, the sight of his disheveled state shocked Kiera. She instinctiv

d retu

ongs from five years ago; she

ormed off, Archer

ving him a thorough once-over. She only

ly, "Mom, what's up? I was just in the restroom. Why do you look so worried? Oh,