Chapter 22 A Splitting Image

• LEO’S HOME, LOS ANGELES.
• Chugging down the rest of the tequila in the glass, Leo hissed as it burned his throat. Ruffling his hair, he tried not to picture the action that took place at Darby's office. He shouldn't have let himself get dragged to the place by Chloe. To punish her, he had refused her request to return to his house and had dropped her off at her house. It's annoying to see his once upon a time fling; since they never got to date, be affectionate towards someone else in front of him. To make matters worse, he has no right to decide whoever she hangs out with.
• However, there was something more disturbing. Darby's son looks nothing like the man she claimed to have had him for. There is no possible way the child won't at least look a part like his father. It made his head ache at the thought that Darby probably lied to him. Getting off the kitchen stool he sat on, he went in search of his phone on the couch. Tapping on a contact, he waited for the call to get through.