บททั้งหมดของ Falling For My Father’s Son: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Daniel’s POV After we had settled in, the air became heavier, leaving us all in a long silence. But Cassian broke it, trying to cheer up the room. James had never stopped grinning since my breakout, like he already knew that would be my reaction. He was damn ready for anything I was going to bring up. They kept discussing, making fun of our old-time memories, but I never showed any interest. I just picked up my tablet and began to surf the internet, searching for things to keep me busy. We stayed in the room until dinner, and that was when our investors started trooping in. As the hosts that we were, we stood up, welcoming them one after the other and gesturing them to their seats. After a few moments, I decided to message Annabel. Daniel: Hey, the investors are here. Hope you are ready. Diho will come to pick you up. Her message came in immediately, like she’d been waiting to hear from me. Annabel: Yes, Mr. Stroke. I read her message like she was actually close to me

Annabel’s POV When I got to the lounge, Daniel was still pacing around. I could still feel how angry he was, like he had been waiting all his life to unleash whatever grudge he had on James. He stood still immediately when he saw me, he made an attempt to approach me but stopped halfway, then sat on the bed and pressed his face into his hands. I went to the cabinet and searched for anything to cover up his wound, then I saw a first aid box. Carrying it, I moved closer to where he sat and offered to help. Lifting his hands, “Here… let me help you.” But he pulled away without a word. I squared my shoulders. “Daniel, you are hurt. Let me help you, please.” After a brief pause, he gave in, stretching out his hands. While applying ointment to the bruises, I moved to his face and massaged it gently, but he felt a sharp pain and shifted a little. I waited a moment before continuing. My hand was still on his when he held my wrist. Our eyes locked for a moment before he spok

Annabel’s POV Daniel pushed me onto the bed the moment we entered the room, slamming the door loudly behind us. His chest heaved heavily, his breathing uncontrollable. With a lazy step, he moved closer to me, pressing his knees between my thighs. “Daniel, you need to stop.” My voice cracked. His eyes dimmed. “How can I stop, Annabel?” He leaned on me, his hands pressed on the bed. “The contract clearly said that the submissive must be available anytime the dominant needs her.” My eyes went cold. I want him too, but not like this. Not when he is under the influence of jealousy. “Daniel, you need to come back to your senses,” I scolded him. “You are losing it.” I pushed him off my body and made way to leave, but he pulled me back, and I fell on him. Our chests pressed together. I could hear the pounding of his heart, my eyes melting into his as our faces moved closer for a kiss. But I jerked away. He covered my waist with his arms, drawing me closer to him. His li

Annabel’s POV Daniel carried me to his car and gently placed me in the seat. He brushed my hair back, his eyes searching mine. “Annabel, why didn't you stand up against her?” A dry lump slid down my throat, but I still didn’t say anything. He clenched his teeth and ordered Leo to take off. But I caught his hand in mine, holding on as if letting go would shatter everything between us. “Dan, we can’t leave now.” “Why?” he asked. “Um…” I searched for the best way to put my words. “I thought you had a visitor. Stephanie told me your mum visited.” His body eased. “Annie, she had something urgent to attend to, so she left” He held my palm. “Now, I’m taking you for lunch.” Arching his brow, he added, “And no more excuses.” My muscles loosened, tension melting away. Thank goodness. I wondered how I could have handled everything if Fiona had followed him to the scene. We arrived at the five-star hotel, just like the last time I was here with Lucian. The hostess approached

Annabel’s POV We made our way out of the ballroom, Daniel’s arms sliding firmly around my waist. His warmth covered me like a shield. He held me so tight as though someone might come from behind to steal me away. The hallway stretched cold, leaving us in silence, as though we were calculating our steps. I could still feel the heat of Jame’s nasty touch on me. The thought that his tongue had been on my lips lingered, leaving a sour taste. Once we stepped outside, the cool breeze of the night grazed my skin, washing over me with a calm I never realized I longed for. The valet rushed to open the car door after seeing us from afar, and Daniel carefully settled me inside. Then, he crouched and sat beside me. He tenderly patted my shoulder, his gaze a mixture of unease and rage. “Annie, did he hurt you?” I sat up, hanging on the edge of the chair as I softly brushed his hands. “Dan, I’m fine. At least you came at the right time.” He collapsed into the seat, warm and relieved