"You asked for me, sir," Alan approached the man they had just identified as his mate's father. Damn Alan's heartbeat had lost rhythm.
He had never found himself in such a situation where he needed to care about anyone's approval but here he was, sweating in his palms.
The most fearful businessman was now praying his leg didn't give him out.
But why was he nervous?
He had already married his daughter. There was nothing the man in front of him could do to him.
He was not even as strong as he was. He was just a human who had also lost his memory. What could he…
Eleanor's dad had kept long to speak. He only stared at Alan while he tried to look back at him with the same gaze.
He clasped his hands together, losing the eye game to Ian. A smirk broke on his lips and it wasn't because he had lost.
It was because he realized now he had someone to whom he'd lose- gladly.
Well, aside from his mate.
