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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Chapter 97: Let Me In

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.

returned, Gabriel was still at the bar, staring into his drink as

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fine,” he muttered, barely sparing me a glance before focusing on the glass in his hand. “It’s just

cut.”

bleeding, you’re drinking yourself numb, and you won’t

bowed, he dragged a hand through his hair, tension rolling off him

a deep breath and walked toward me.

his voice softer now, almost like he was trying to

against my hand–just for a second–before he pulled away, like he couldn’t bear to let me

choked out, “Then

we walked into the villa, his expression shifted. Some of the hardness in his

bed. I knelt beside him, carefully

didn’t pull

was clean before pressing a bandage to it. Then,

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was red. Swollen. Torn.

his punches

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ached for Daniel–who had taken those blows and the pain he must be in–but even more for the man before me, the one who

the first aid box

have anything to wrap this,” I murmured,

chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I’ll

concern.

nodded, but my heart was far from reassured. I hesitated before finally whispering, “Gabriel… we need to talk about what

talk about.” He stood abruptly, walking back to the bar like it was his only escape. He poured himself

back there, Gabriel. And I refuse to believe it was just about

Daniel. Or the fact that you

I shot back, 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

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me in place, but it wasn’t just jealousy burning in his eyes. It was something deeper. Something painful..

doesn’t matter, now,” he growled, slamming the glass onto the counter. “You promised me. No man would get close to you. And you

sent a chill of fear through me, but I couldn’t let it show, so I

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