Chapter Twenty-TwoRoman had officially become wrapped around his daughter's tiny little finger.Not that he'd admit it.At least not willingly.According to Roman, he was simply being a responsible father.According to everyone else?He was completely obsessed.It started with photos.Hundreds of them.Thousands, probably.Every day Olivia, his long-suffering assistant, received at least three new pictures of Lillie.Sometimes more.A sleepy picture.A smiling picture.A picture of her staring at a ceiling fan like it was the most fascinating thing she'd ever seen.One Monday morning Olivia walked into his office carrying a stack of reports.Roman was looking at his phone.Smiling.Again.She didn't even need to ask."Baby picture?"Roman looked up."Look at this."Olivia sighed dramatically.Then looked anyway.Lillie was wearing a tiny yellow dress.Olivia smiled immediately."Okay, that's cute.""I know.""You're impossible."Roman looked entirely unapologetic.Meanwhile, back at
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