Hearing that silly yet gut-wrenchingly sincere statement from Julian, Ethan's chest rumbled with a low vibration. He did not say anything more, only silently bowed his head and placed a deep, lingering kiss on the soft hair of the person in his arms. That kiss carried absolute devotion, as if sealing an invisible vow between the two of them.
Indeed, the Sterling family was nothing. From now on, Julian had him, and Julian had the Caldwell family.
Waiting for the bittersweet emotions permeating the air to settle down a bit, Ethan's deep and warm voice slowly rang out, carrying the breath of distant, bygone years, "Actually, even though I criticize him like that, when he was alive, my father was truly great. He lived his entire life with pride, summoning the wind and calling the rain in the business world, never once bowing his head to anyone. However..."
