TERESA'S P.O.V.
I felt a strange sense of cold settle over me as I stood there, watching my father step out of his car. The quiet anger in his eyes—it was like staring down a gathering storm. And yet, I felt small, vulnerable. Luke was right beside me, his hand steady on my arm, but it still didn't stop the cold shiver that ran through me when my father called my name.
"Teresa," he said softly, almost too softly, that calmness so chillingly familiar. My stomach twisted.
Before I could even find the words, he sent a mere glance at Luke and then completely fixied his steely gaze on me. "Why did you block my number, Teresa?"
I swallowed, trying to hold my composure. "I didn't," I replied as steadily as I could, but my voice shook slightly. "I haven't blocked your number, Dad."
"Oh, really?" His lips twisted into a bitter smile. "Then what did you say to Lucian that made him cancel the deal we made?"
