Though not just with anger, but something deeper. “You order me around in front of everyone like you owned me. Lucas hesitated. “You said it yourself yesterday that you don’t own me. So what was that in the kitchen?” Lucas didn’t raise his voice, but every word landed sharply. “My personal worries are mine. I told you we’d talk during my break. You didn’t listen, you bossed me out as if I belonged to you.” His jaw tightened. “That’s ownership, Alex. You can’t say one thing and act another way. What do you think the staff will say?” Silence stretched, the air between them thickened. Their eyes locked…challenging, unguarded, vulnerable. Alex held his gaze, waiting, searching, until Lucas’s eyes finally flickered and softened. That instant, Lucas turned away, but not fast enough. The shine in his eyes betrayed him. Alex stepped forward, closed the distance, and wrapped his arms around him. “Sweetheart… I’m sorry.” His voice dropped, rough at the edges. “I didn’t mea
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