No one could calm the widowed millionaire’s six babies…-naruto

motionless.

-Sing?

—Yes… a soft song… in another language. We’d never heard it before.

Eleanor frowned.

Without another word, Liam strode downstairs. He found Clara in the kitchenette, sitting with an old book in her hands. Seeing him, she stood up immediately.

—Sir, I…

—Get in. Now.

It wasn’t a request.

When Clara re-entered the nursery, the crying was deafening.continue reading …