Chapter 91 Christmas Morning Surprise

• Slowly opening his eyes, Kimberly yawned lazily as he sat up and stretched before reaching for his phone on the nightstand. His fingers accidentally scrolled through the call log, and his heart clenched at the sight of last night's unknown number. The memory was still raw—his father's gravelly voice breaking through the speaker after Kimberly had hesitantly answered, that moment when he'd called him "Kenneth." He had ended the call immediately, but the damage was already done.
• The sound of the man's voice alone was enough to send jolts of fear through him, and even thinking about it now, he could still feel his heart churning with uneasiness as he wondered what the man was up to.
• With a heavy sigh, he padded to the bathroom, the cold tiles sending a shiver up his bare feet. As he began brushing his teeth, his reflection caught his attention. The mirror revealed what many considered a striking face—one that walked the delicate line between beauty and masculinity. His wine-colored hair fell in soft waves around his face, framing eyes so vibrantly blue they seemed to hold entire oceans within them. His mother's eyes, according to his father—the only inheritance she'd left behind.