Chapter 32

LONDON

I spent an hour in a bathtub with wine that no longer appealed to me. I was more concerned with how to break to Striker regarding my father’s true intention.

I didn’t tell him last night. I couldn’t. I was too scared to face the consequences. I only said to him that I had some disagreements with my father. Judging by the look on his face, he wasn’t convinced. He knew I was hiding something, but he somehow respected my decision for now.

Right now, he was watching me like a hawk from the corner, but he hadn’t said a word to me. I wasn’t happy with his silence. And it hurt like hell, but I was a selfish bitch and wasn’t ready to lose him. I couldn’t bear it.

“The tub is big enough for the both of us.”

He just remained there, his arms crossed over his chest, sighing constantly. He bounced his gaze between me and the view outside the window.

“When are you gonna see Moses again?”

“Monday.”

“That’s good.”

“Then you should have a