"Don't think I didn't see you looking at Naomi Kenway. What's so fascinating about her?"
Jeanette Kensington's tone was icy.
"What are you two arguing about?" the little girl asked curiously, sucking on her lollipop.
Caleb Bishop's expression remained unchanged. He gently reminded her, "Jan, you're scaring her. I just didn't expect Naomi Kenway's son to be at this same elite kindergarten. I glanced over instinctively, that's all."
He let out a soft sigh, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of reproach in his eyes. "Why are you always so suspicious of me? Am I not doing enough, or do you just not trust me at all?"
