Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 97: Let Me In

Clairessa’s POV

Chapter 97 Let Me In

Gabriel walked ahead of me as we entered the villa, his broad shoulders tense, his entire body still radiating anger.

“Gabriel,” I called after him.

He stopped but didn’t turn around.

I quickened my pace, reaching out to wrap my fingers around his elbow. He was warm, his muscles rigid beneath my touch. Slowly, I turned him to face me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might shatter.

His face–God, his face–was a mess of bruises and fresh blood. A cut on his brow trickled crimson down his cheek.

I reached up instinctively, brushing my fingers over the cut.

He flinched. Pulled away. As though my touch burned.

A deep ache spread through my chest. He wouldn’t even let me comfort him.

Without saying a word, he strode to the bar, grabbing a glass with the same hands that had landed brutal punches just moments ago. He poured himself a glass of scotch. Then another.

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The silence pressed in, heavy, suffocating.

I swallowed hard. “Gabriel, please… talk to me.”

Still nothing.

I stepped forward, reaching for his hand. “You’re hurt-”

He jerked away before I could touch him. My gaze dropped to his bruised knuckles.

“I’ve seen worse days,” he muttered, his voice hoarse, almost broken.

I stared at him, my heart aching. “That doesn’t mean you have to suffer alone.”

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He downed another drink, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion. The loud clink of glass hitting the counter made me flinch.

I fought past the lump in my throat. “I’ll find something to clean you up.”

Without waiting for a response, I hurried into the bathroom. My hands shook as I rummaged through the cabinet, grabbing a small first–aid kit. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

staring into his drink as if it held all the answers he refused to speak.

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before focusing on the glass in

cut.”

you’re drinking yourself numb, and

his hair, tension rolling off him in waves.

let out a deep breath and walked toward

now, almost like he was trying

a second–before he pulled away, like he

choked out, “Then

the first time since we walked into the villa, his expression shifted. Some of the hardness in his face eased, and finally–finally–he let me

lead him to the bed. I knelt beside him, carefully dabbing at the cut on his brow,

but didn’t

making sure the wound was clean before pressing a bandage to it. Then, I reached for his

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skin was red. Swollen. Torn.

force behind his punches must

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he must be in–but even more for the man before me,

searched inside the first aid box for a bandage but found none.

don’t have anything to wrap this,” I

meet his gaze. “I’ll be fine,” he

concern.

finally whispering, “Gabriel… we need to

He stood abruptly, walking back to the bar like it was his only escape. He poured himself another drink.

I insisted, rising to my feet. “You lost control back there, Gabriel. And I refuse

warned darkly. “Don’t fucking talk about Daniel. Or the fact that you let him close enough to

my frustration beginning to build.. “It was a harmless peck on

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a cold, bitter chuckle. “I see.”

have to believe me. Sergio and Raquel were right there!”

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just jealousy burning in his eyes. It was something

onto the counter. “You promised me. No man would get close to you. And you broke that

his voice sent a chill of fear through me, but I couldn’t let it

break my promise,” I insisted, my patience running out. “And I’m not blind, Gabriel. I know this isn’t