Semua Bab Ex and Son Beg, But I Never Turn Back: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Beatrice's POV“So shiny,” I said out loud, admiring my new earrings in my compact mirror. Turning my head from side to side, I watched them sparkle in the sun. They were a gift from Logan, and I couldn’t wait to see his adoring expression when he saw me wearing them.Glancing down at my watch, I sighed. Where was Benjamin? He was supposed to drop Zoe off at the skating rink fifteen minutes ago. I was tired of waiting out here, in the parking lot.Just then, a familiar car pulled up. It was Logan’s. Had he decided to surprise me and bring Zoe himself? The car stopped and I skipped happily up the window.“Hello handsome,” I cooed, flashing him a smile as he rolled down the window. “Notice anything?” I coyly turned my head to the side to show him my dazzling earrings.“The adoption papers just went through,” Logan told me, his tone a little too curt for my liking. There was something about his expression that had me worried. His face was firm, stoic even.“Well, that’s great news then, i

Willow's POVWatching Leo with my lips pressed firmly together in a frown, I decided to stand my ground. He was being obstinate, refusing to apologize, no matter how much I instructed him to do so. He assumed I would just eventually give up, but I wasn’t going to do that. So, I said in as calm a voice as I could:“We can stay here all afternoon if that’s what it takes, Leo. But no one is leaving until you apologize.”Leo lifted his chin and turned his head away from me, but he didn’t respond. Turning my attention back to Carl, I knelt down and hooked his arm in mine, pulling him carefully to his feet.“Let me take a look,” I said softly, in a motherly tone as I peeked under the tissue he was holding over the gash on his forehead. “You poor thing,” I told Carl while I cast a side-ways glare at Leo. “That must really hurt.”By doting on Carl, I was making it clear whose side I was on. Carl was the victim in this and Leo had to own up to his mistakes and apologize. “It doesn’t hurt so ba

Beatrice's POVLeo and Zoe all pointed excitedly at the flavors of ice cream as we stood in line outside the skating rink.“Two scoops, right, Aunt Beatrice?” Leo asked, his eyes eager. “You said two scoops.” Nodding at him, my father approached us, a frown on his face.“Yes, love. Two scoops. And extra sprinkles. “Go ahead and order and I’ll be right back. I just need to use the restroom.” I thrust my debit card at Leo.“ Just tap it to pay,” I said. Then I turned to my father. “Keep an eye on them?” He gave me a curt nod.Once I was out of eye sight, I discreetly hid behind a billboard pole. Carefully, I peeked my head around the pole and through the glass window of the rink.I found them instantly, sitting on a bench, putting their skates back on. They must have taken a short break and then decided to keep skating. Go figure. My eyes never left them as they entered the ice, Carl’s hand firmly in Willow’s. Slowly, they started gliding across the ice. Willow was a good skater, and Carl

Willow's POVI wasn’t sure how I felt about Luigi’s invitation. It had come out of nowhere. Hesitating, I stared at the screen, puzzled.“Why would he invite me to dinner?” I asked out loud. Our relationship had been nothing but professional for the past two months. We barely even spoke to each other, unless it had to do with Carl. This made no sense.I re-read the text. It was brief, with no specific reason or purpose. Just a simple, blunt, dinner invitation.“Well, what are you going to do?” Adonis asked, still hovering over my shoulder.“I don’t know,” I said, turning to face Adonis. “Should I decline?”“Honest opinion?” Adonis asked. I nodded. “I think you should go. That restaurant is to DIE for. And you could use a night out, no? You’ve been a little bitchy lately. So either you’re stressed, or your time of the month is coming but…”“I have not,” I admonished, affronted by his accusation.“Have to,” he nodded. “So go. Have a nice meal with the man you work for. Maybe it’s just a

Willow's POV“Aunt Willow,” Carl exclaimed as my mind reeled. “You look so pretty. Like a real princess.”“Thank you,” I told Carl. “But why didn’t you tell me today was Luigi’s birthday?”Carl shrugged. “I thought you knew,” he replied.“Willow, go ahead and take a seat. Order some wine. I’m afraid I have to step out for a moment to make a quick call to my grandpa back in Italy. He’s demanded a video call to wish me a happy birthday. And trust me when I say, there’s no arguing with that man once he has his mind set on something.”“I wanna talk too,” Carl said, standing up and pushing back his chair.“All right then. Come along. Mr. Samson? Perhaps you can suggest some wines for Willow. If I remember correctly, she prefers a hearty red. A merlot or a cabernet sauvignon should be just fine.”Touched that Luigi had remembered my wine preference from the night we’d had dinner all those months ago, I smiled at him. Then I took my seat at the table with Mr. Samson.It was a bit awkward at f