Chapter 54

Dmitri

I crossed my leg over the other and reclined on the back rest of the armchair I was seated, gauging Rocco's expression. He inhaled deeply at intermittent times and it was obvious that whatever issue he had was eating him up.

"Happy birthday, father-in-law. I'm sorry I came late," I intentionally interrupted his train of thoughts.

He darted his attention away from the book he was trying to read and frowned. "Why didn't you come with her? What if something had gone wrong?" He deflected.

"If you're this concerned about your daughter, why are you giving her a hard time?" I retorted.

He clasped his hands together,...