[3rd Person’s POV]
Days turned into weeks. It had been fourteen days since Randy was locked up in the basement. Thorne had zero plans of letting him out. He’s afraid that Randy might escape. And will never be back.
Randy was sleeping peacefully in bed. Thorne didn’t touch him after what he did. A miracle to say that the billionaire learned something from it. More importantly, his guilt creeps inside his sleeves. As usual, at five in the morning, Thorne headed out of their bedroom.
He had already prepared breakfast for Randy. Because one hour from now, Randorne will wake up. And the billionaire needs to entertain his child. Averting from missing his mother, Randy. The keys jingled as Thorne unlocked the door.
It creaked open, creating an eerie sound. He locked it again as he waltzed
