His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

Chapter 82

I watched Carlos turn away, a wave of frustration rolling off him. My heart raced

as I rushed to catch up with him, desperate to explain.

But just as I reached for his arm, I was blocked by his bodyguard. I recognized him immediately; he was familiar with me from past encounters. He stood tall and firm, his expression serious.

"Sorry, but you can't go near him," he said, crossing his arms as he turned his back to Carlos. I could see Carlos's shoulders tense, but I noticed the bodyguard quickly shot me a sideways glance, his face twisting into a subtle smirk. He was pretending to be mean, but I could tell he was on my side.

"Please, just let me talk to him," I begged, trying to sound weak and vulnerable. I took a small step forward, hoping to appeal to the bodyguard's sense of

compassion.

The bodyguard looked back at Carlos, then lowered his voice, leaning closer to me. "I'll let you through, but you didn't hear it from me, alright?" he said with a wink, then turned to Carlos with a stern expression. "You're not allowed to see her."

Carlos glanced at me, surprise flickering in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. "Let her in," he said coolly, clearly trying to play it off as if he were in control.

I could sense the tension in the air, a mixture of unspoken feelings and unresolved issues swirling between us like a storm.

The bodyguard stepped aside, allowing me to pass. I hurried toward Carlos, my heart racing with a mix of hope and anxiety.

significant, each one echoing my determination to bridge the gap that had formed between us. "Carlos," I started, my voice trembling, "I'm sorry for His Knees,

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earlier. I dialed the wrong number, and

as I spoke, the weight

spill over.

mine as if trying to read my

as if a light had flicked on, I saw his expression soften slightly. "It's alright," he said, letting out a sigh that seemed to release some of the tension in the room. "Just... don't shut me out like that again." His

I won't," I said, my voice steadying

balm to my anxious heart. It was a moment of connection that reminded me of

to fracture.

me to communicate openly with him, to trust him with my

thoughts.

so gave me strength, and I felt a renewed sense of hope for what

serious. "Cyrus

replied, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. I had been so caught up in my own struggles that I had almost forgotten about

my phone buzz in my pocket.

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as I saw the

PACK insignia was plastered across the top, making it all too real. It felt mocking, like a slap in the face. Sienna must be feeling very happy right now, I thought bitterly, imagining her smile as she prepared for the wedding. "Are you