He was strange and tactless and very possibly an assassin, but when she looked at his actions, all she saw was kindness. Cô Nga had been right. Khải was good stuff. Very, very good stuff. She’d memorized how to dial internationally from the United States before she left and dialed her mom’s cell phone number. Her mom picked up on the first ring. “Hi, Má.” “Already, already, tell me everything.” “First, how is Ngọc Anh? Can I talk to her?” “She’s fine, excited to have a dad soon. Talk to me a little. How are things? Do you like him?” her mom asked. “Yes, I like him.” A pleased hmmmmm sounded on
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