Duncan tightened his hold around the boy, then abruptly opened his eyes.

Seeing that it was Liberty, Duncan let out a big smile and asked, “Are you finished with work, Liberty? Can we go home? Sonny is tired. I held him so he could sleep for a while, but I fell asleep too.”

Liberty pulled her arm away from her son’s face.

Duncan lamented his slow reflexes. He could have snatched her hand and pulled it to his face when she was withdrawing her arm.

He beat himself up for being a light sleeper too. If he slept like a log, Liberty would have probably snuck a kiss on him.

Duncan wondered if it was too late to fall back asleep.

“I’m finished for the day. I appreciate you looking after Sonny till this late, Mr. Lewis.”

Duncan said, “Always happy to help, especially since Sonny’s warming up to me.”

Back then, Sonny would not even let Duncan hold him because of the scar on his face.

To this day, Duncan had not gone under the knife to remove the scar.

Liberty knew the story be