Semua Bab The Forbidden Affair: The Man I Should Never Have Known: Bab 51 - Bab 60

“Your phone keeps ringing.”Jaxon walked into the kitchen, towel-drying his damp hair, wearing only his boxers. His eyes immediately landed on Harry, who was loudly chomping through another bowl of cereal like it was gravel. The sound grated on Jaxon’s nerves.“Your phone keeps ringing,” Harry repeated with a full mouth.“Oh, really?” Jaxon said with a mocking tone. “I could hardly hear it over the sound of you chewing tree bark and small animals.”Harry gave him a wide grin, food stuck between his teeth. Jaxon grimaced and looked away, reaching for his phone on the counter. The moment he saw the screen, his expression darkened. Of course.“It is your father, isn’t it?” Harry asked, his voice quieter.“I do not have a father,” Jaxon muttered coldly. He powered off the phone and placed it back down.Harry shoved another spoonful into his mouth.“Why are you still here anyway?” Jaxon snapped. “You said you were not staying over.”“I crashed on the couch. Relax. You should probably answe

Daisy’s povDad was kneeling on the floor beside Mom’s chair, dramatically declaring his eternal love. He held a bouquet of roses in one hand and a diamond bracelet in the other, where he got it from, I had no idea. Mom still looked upset, but I could tell she was beginning to soften.I giggled and tiptoed away, heading upstairs to my room and leaving them to sort things out.As I got ready for bed, I hummed quietly, feeling lighter. I had really missed my parents, it had been almost two months since I last saw them. But then I remembered something that wiped the smile right off my face.I had completely forgotten to tell them about Jaxon. I slapped my forehead and groaned.During dinner, I tried to bring it up, but every time I opened my mouth, no words came out. So I said nothing. And now? What was I supposed to tell Jaxon?I started pacing across my room, biting my nails. How was I going to explain that my parents were back and I had not told them about him? Would he be mad? Would

“Right, cafeteria it is,” Harry said quickly, holding up both hands in surrender. He stood and made his way off.Jaxon watched him go with raised brows. Harry never went to the cafeteria. He could not even remember a time he had ever stepped foot inside since freshman year.Harry glanced back, caught his look, and smirked before disappearing inside.Jaxon leaned forward, bracing one arm on the table, then lifted his other hand to cup Daisy’s cheek. His thumb moved gently along her skin.“Still worried about your parents?” he asked softly.Her smile faded. Her eyes shifted away. “No.”“Eyes, Daisy,” he said quietly.She hesitated but looked at him again.“Do you want me to come with you and talk to them?” he asked.Her face softened. “No. I will be fine.”His body went tense. A thought crept into his head like poison, and suddenly, he was angry.“They would not hurt you, would they?” he asked, jaw tight.Her eyes widened, horrified. “No! God, no,” she whispered. “They would never hurt

Daisy’s povJaxon accepted my parents’ dinner invitation like it was no big deal. He even smiled. Not a single trace of worry crossed his face. I wished I had his confidence. Part of me wanted to warn him, tell him what my parents were really like when it came to things like this. But I was not sure how he would take it. Jaxon had pride, and if I acted like I was worried about him messing up, it might offend him.When he came to pick me up the next morning, my parents were still in bed. Maybe they were giving me some time alone with him or maybe they just wanted to delay meeting him until the last possible moment. Either way, I was relieved.As soon as we got to school, Jaxon asked about what happened the night before. I told him about the conditions my parents set, though I left out the part where they almost pulled me out of school. He looked at me like he knew I was hiding something but chose not to push. And when I told him about the no-motorcycle rule, I braced myself for a react

Daisy’s povI tried not to imagine Jaxon sitting in the same room as my dad. I was counting on Mum to keep Dad in check. If she told him to behave, he usually listened. And even if Dad did not like Jaxon, he was still a guest. Mum would make sure he was treated like any other visitor in our home, no matter how she felt about him.I poured dressing over the salad and tossed it gently, trying to distract myself with happy thoughts. I even tried to think hard enough to imagine a Patronus, like in Harry Potter. But that only made me think about Jaxon again. I had read that falling in love could influence the shape of a Patronus. Mine would probably be a wolf. Or maybe a lion. I bit my lip to stop myself from smiling. Yes, my Patronus would definitely be a lion. Now if only I had a wand. Still smiling at my silly thoughts and wondering how I ended up thinking about Harry Potter in the first place, I picked up the salad bowl and walked over to the island in the centre of the kitchen, whe