Wrong Injection

Chapter 71 (Months Later)

Dream's second birthday was just around the corner, but we weren't planning anything elaborate, we'd save the big celebrations for her fifth birthday.

Sultan was a constant presence in her life, picking her up from school every morning and dropping her off after classes. He was always there for her, and I couldn't help but think that Dream had the most caring and amazing dad ever.

Just as I was buried in emails, one of my waiters walked into my office, interrupting my workflow. "Ma'am, someone is here to see you," he said, and I let out a frustrated sigh. I didn't have time for visitors, but I couldn't ignore the interruption.

"Who is it?" I asked, curiosity getting the better of me."

"Sorry but he told me not to mention his name," the waiter said, and I looked up from my screen.

"He?" My curiosity piqued and he nodded. "Okay, tell the person I'll be right out," I said, returning to my emails. A few minutes later, I stepped out of my office, and my eyes landed on Sultan, standing tall in his sleek all-black outfit. He looked devastatingly handsome, as always.

He'd never visited my restaurant before, and the surprise was thrilling. Sultan King West was the epitome of perfection – charming, handsome, and devoted to our daughter. But no matter how hard I wished, he was forever out of my reach, stuck in the role of our daughter's father, and nothing more.

As I approached him, he enveloped me in a warm hug, his familiar scent enveloping me. The memory of yesterday's surprises still lingered, the brand-new metallic Audi, a thank-you gift for being a strong single mother and for giving him the most precious gift, Dream. The generous deposit into my account was just another testament to his kindness. I was grateful for everything he'd done for me. Yet, amidst the gratitude, a pang of uncertainty struck. "I think we should put a stop to this, Sultan," I said, my eyes drifting away from his.

"A stop to what?" he asked, his voice low and curious.

"Honestly, I think we should just focus on co-parenting," I said, trying to set boundaries. "Kissing and all that it's not right."

Sultan's response threw me off guard. "How about we go on a date tonight?" he asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"A date?" I repeated, incredulous.

"Yeah, why not?" he said casually. I hesitated, unsure how to respond.

"But what about Dreamy?" I asked, grasping for a reason to decline.

"Don't worry, I'll send her to the penthouse after school. Mom will take care of her tonight," he said, as if it was already planned. I nodded hesitantly, still trying to process the sudden invitation. "See you at 7 pm," he said, flashing a charming smile before heading out.