เข้าสู่ระบบMichael’s POVI could feel Fernando staring at me. He was studying me the way a starving man stared at food after days without eating.And honestly, It was beginning to irritate me.The restaurant around us had slowly returned to normal after Theo left, but I could still feel the occasional curious glance from nearby tables. People were whispering quietly, pretending not to look in our direction while absolutely looking in our direction.Typical.Fernando, meanwhile, looked completely unaffected by the attention.Of course he did.He sat across from me with the same effortless dominance he carried everywhere, one arm lazily resting on the table while the expensive watch on his wrist glinted beneath the warm restaurant lighting.Everything about him screamed power and once upon a time, I had loved that about him.Now, I didn’t know what I felt anymore.I picked up my glass of water mostly because I needed something to do with my hands. Fernando’s eyes followed the movement immediately.
Fernando’s POVI was going to kill this dumbass.As Theo stood there across the table with that stubborn expression on his face, looking at me like he wasn’t intimidated in the slightest, I genuinely imagined pulling out my gun and putting a bullet through his chest.This man had taken Michael on a date, sat across from my husband under candlelight while Michael laughed softly at his jokes and even worse, he had challenged me openly.Most men backed down when confronted by someone like me but Theo didn’t. He stood there calmly despite the danger radiating around the table.And I hated how much Michael seemed to care whether Theo stayed or left.The restaurant had gone almost unnaturally quiet around us. People were pretending not to watch but failing terribly.The air felt thick with tension. Theo finally exhaled slowly and grabbed his jacket from the back of the chair.“I’m leaving” he said.Michael immediately looked distressed.“Theo—”Theo gave him a tired look.“I need time to th
Michael’s POVI wanted to disappear.That was the first clear thought in my head as I sat beside the table while Fernando and Theo stared at each other like two predators silently measuring strength.The restaurant suddenly felt suffocating.I could hear cutlery clinking against plates somewhere nearby. Soft music still floated through the air mockingly, as if the universe hadn’t just decided to ruin my life again.People were pretending not to stare and not notice the tension around our table but I could feel their curiosity anyway.Fernando looked completely calm, like he hadn’t just detonated a bomb in the middle of my evening.Theo, on the other hand, looked stunned, quietly hurtand somehow that expression affected me more than yelling would have.I ran a frustrated hand through my hair before glaring at Fernando.“What the hell is wrong with you?” I asked.Fernando leaned back slightly in his chair.“I introduced myself.”“You ambushed us.”“I joined you for dinner.”“You followe
Fernando’s POVI had been watching Michael since morning because I simply couldn’t stay away.After years of forcing myself to remain distant for his safety, suddenly being in the same town as him again felt like torture.Every instinct I had buried for years had resurfaced all at once.The need to see him, hear his voice and know he was safe consumed me even though it was pathetic for a ruthless Don to act like this. I had originally planned to approach Michael calmly today, but then a limousine arrived and Michael came outside a few minutes later dressed nicely, clearly nervous despite trying to hide it.A man stepped out holding flowers and I stared at the bouquet with growing irritation.Michael looked embarrassed while Henry stood by the doorway trying not to laugh at whatever the man was saying.Something ugly twisted sharply in my chest.“Boss?”I ignored my guard completely because all I could focus on was Michael getting into another man’s limousine.I knew I technically had
Michael’s POVThe restaurant was beautiful. Crystal chandeliers glowed warmly overhead while soft music drifted through the air like silk. The scent of expensive wine and rich food lingered around the room, blending with low conversations and occasional laughter from other guests.Theo walked beside me calmly as one of the restaurant staff guided us through the dining area.“Mr. Park, your table is ready” the hostess said warmly, clearly recognizing him. We were led toward a quieter section near the large glass windows overlooking the city lights.The table itself was secluded enough for privacy without being completely hidden. Candles flickered softly between polished silverware and expensive wine glasses.I stared at the setup suspiciously.“Theo.”He looked pleased with himself.“What?”“You planned this way too carefully" I said.“I have no idea what you mean" he replied with a smirk.“You absolutely do" I said.He pulled out my chair for me with exaggerated politeness. I narrow
Michael’s POVI changed my shirt three times which was ridiculous.I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom staring at myself with growing irritation while holding two different black button-ups in my hands.“This is stupid,” I muttered.From the doorway, Henry looked deeply unimpressed.“You’ve said that like eight times already" he said.“Because it is stupid.”“Then why are you nervous?”“I’m not nervous.”Henry raised an eyebrow immediately.“You changed clothes three times" he pointed out.I sighed and tossed one of the shirts onto the bed before rubbing my forehead tiredly.The house felt strangely quiet tonight. Ashley and Nick were still in the hospital recovering. Ramon had gone home earlier after practically forcing me to eat.And now I was somehow preparing for a date with Theo Park after everything that had happened between us.My life had officially become insane.Henry walked fully into the room and leaned casually against the wall.“I'll soon head for the hospital"
Michael’s POV I had lost count of how long I had been pacing the cold hospital corridor. Every time a door creaked open, every time a nurse walked by with a clipboard or cart, my heart shot up into my throat, thinking maybe it’s about her, maybe it’s news about Ashley. But it never was. Ashley
Ashley’s POV I hated the silence after Fernando left the room. It wasn’t the comforting kind of silence you craved after a long day—it was the kind that lingered, heavy and suffocating, like the walls were listening, like the shadows leaned in closer. For hours, since this whole charade of “shop
Michael’s POV The air shifted the moment the heavy double doors closed behind us. In the smaller sitting room Ashley had dragged me into, silence pressed against my ears, broken only by the sound of her shallow, angry breaths. She turned to face me, her eyes flashing like a blade in the dim light
Fernando’s POV I leaned back on the large table, the low hum of conversations in the dining hall still flowing like currents around me. I lifted two fingers in a simple command. “Emilio,” I said, my voice a low rumble that immediately cut through the chatter. “Bring me smoke.” He was at my sid







