Fall For My Ex’s Mafia Father

Chapter 236

Daniel stares at me, then, his whole face going red as he clenches his teeth. I freeze in my surprise, my eyes going wide. Never- ever have I seen Daniel lose his temper like this. He’s usually so even controlled, in his own way, like his dad. But as he glares at me, shaking his head a little bit, his hands splayed wide and tense on the table. I can see that he’s about to burst.

I open my mouth, desperate to say something, to break the tension, looking around a little frantically, when I suddenly see Kent striding over to us.

Daniel looks up at his father, transferring his rage to him now, but Kent just looks evenly down at his son. Not angry, not responding to his son’s temper, just perfectly calm.

“Get it together, Daniel,” Kent says, his tone unwavering but also not unkind. “Don’t air your dirty laundry at the breakfast table.”

And, to my shock, it works. I watch Daniel reel himself back in, almost physically, tucking his emotions away somewhere deep inside of myself, his face turning back to its normal color and becoming again passive. And while I’m glad that he’s not going to flip out on me, the therapist within me wails, a little, to see how practiced Daniel is at tucking those emotions away.

Because it looks like it’s something he does on the daily. And one

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day, all of those emotions are going to come out. I reach forward, then, taking his hand, looking at him with a great deal of empathy in my eyes. And Daniel leans back in his chair, staring down at himself, looking…just, so defeated.

to the galley. “I’ll get you two some breakfast.” And then he

as soon as he’s out of carshot.

heart breaks to see that his eyes are lined with

him, shaking my head earnestly. “I can do both

“You

himself while we wait in silence for Kent to bring our food. When Kent does bring our food, I smile

he asks, slipping his hands into his pockets and looking between

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anything otherwise, and

away from us. I blink at him a little in shock and then call his name out after him. Kent

pauses

stand at the table, looking down at me,

I say, suddenly awkward under his stare. Where was the man I was laughing with this morning?

he asks, apparently confused.

dress,” I say, gesturing towards it. “I mean if you don’t have anything planned, you usually send riding clothes so I can

little stupid under his gaze. And I absolutely hate it. I’m starting lo