Todos os capítulos de A Secret Affair With My Best Friend's Uncle : Capítulo 121 - Capítulo 130

Dante’s POVMy lips broke into a smirk when I saw Cassandra shielding the man with her body. Amused, I decided to have a little fun. I slammed my hand against the table, deliberately creating a loud banging sound, and watched as she flinched and opened her eyes.“What are you doing? How could you shoot at… someone?” she mumbled, her eyes darting around in confusion, probably wondering why the man she had just protected wasn’t lying on the floor bleeding.“I should be asking you that,” I said calmly. “What are you doing?”She looked flustered, clearly questioning whether she had imagined the whole thing. The truth was, she hadn’t been entirely wrong.“Sorry, I didn’t know… I thought you were going to hurt the man, and..” she stuttered, trailing off as she glanced at the waiter, who stood there completely clueless about what had just unfolded.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered.Before Cassandra could say anything else, Mira,whom I had noticed the moment she entered th

Dante’s POV My eyes stung with anger as I stared at Nicholas’s body on the floor. He was stabbed; his face was distorted, showing he had been hit several times on the head. From the injuries he sustained, I couldn’t be too sure that he was still alive. I walked closer, checking if the assailant was still in the room with us, but I found no energy present. I crouched to his level as I checked his pulse, and I noticed he was still alive. That meant he could be saved. “Which crazy motherfucker did this?” I mumbled as I looked at Nicholas’s body sprawled helplessly on the floor. I picked up my phone and dialed the ambulance. In no time, they were wheeling his body out of his apartment, but I stayed behind. What happened to him wasn’t an ordinary assault, and I could feel it deep in my gut. I looked around the place, and I noticed that nothing was out of place. It didn’t look like the house had been robbed, so it wasn’t a failed robbery. I also remembered that the door was still in go

Cassandra’s POVThe security guards searched through every crook of the hospital for the man Dante shot, but he wasn’t found anywhere. Dante believed he wouldn’t get treated there, and he needed to find him, so he spread word to hospitals to report to him if they admitted a patient with a gunshot wound that midnight.He claimed the man would be easy to find, as the bullet he used wasn’t common, so anyone who operated on him would know immediately.“Okay, thank you. We’re going to leave now,” Dante said to the guards, but I felt awkward, because I didn’t want to leave with him.I couldn’t leave Nicholas alone here, especially after what happened, and coupled with the history of our friendship, it was only right for me to extend that grace to him.“I don’t think I’ll be leaving. Someone needs to be here to look after him. I’m not saying the guards you assigned aren’t enough, but I’ll only feel comfortable when his mother arrives.”“Is it alright for you to wait on your ex-boyfriend?” Da

Cassandra’s POVThe room fell into silence after that, but Nicholas caught on as he looked at us both with a suspicious gaze.“Broke up? Why did you cut her off? Did we break up?” he asked. He looked like he was trying to think, but suddenly he started whimpering in pain, which scared me.“Oh my goodness! Call the doctor!”I rushed to press the emergency button, and not long after, the doctors came rushing in. Nicholas had already lost consciousness this time around, and we were asked to wait outside.We both waited patiently in the hallway, and I blamed myself for letting him relapse. It felt like I was the one who had triggered him, and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if the man truly suffered because of me.The doctors walked out of his room and told us that his condition had been stabilised, which made me breathe a sigh of relief.“But to prevent such things from happening, you have to desist from bringing up things that can trigger the patient. I hope you understand,” the do

Dante’s POV“Or maybe you are not,” he said, bursting into laughter.His words caught me off guard, and that alone confused me. It also made me more certain that he hadn’t lost his memories. His attitude screamed otherwise; it felt like he had unresolved beef with me, something old and festering.“Are you playing with me right now?” I asked. He nodded his head, but I didn’t give him any breathing space as I jerked his collar, lifting him off the bed with force.“Do you think this is a joke?” I roared. His eyes glistened with hatred as he glared back at me, refusing to look away.“Do you think this is a joke? You’re the one who ruined my life, how dare you—” he snapped, but I had already caught on to what he was trying to say.He was blaming me for ruining his life. If it were really true that he had lost his memories, then how did he remember that?It seemed someone hadn’t forgotten their memories after all.“I ruined your life? How’s that?” I asked. My grip loosened on his collar, bu