Chapter 82 Meeting My New Daughter

• “Please come in. Millie is home already and she’s waiting for us,” Adrian said as he took my hand in his again.
• By that time, I had gotten quite used to having him hold my hand and I had to admit that I did not dislike his touch. Adrian led me inside his mansion and the interior was as impressive as the exterior. A middle-aged woman who I assumed was a senior maid in the house greeted us politely.
• “Where is Millie?” Adrian asked.