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

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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 withfrom 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 shota 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 lettalk 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.

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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, allowingto pass. I hurried toward Carlos, my heart racing with a mix of hope and anxiety.

Every step felt 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, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace Chapter 82 how things went earlier. I dialed the wrong number, and it wasn't what it seemed." My throat tightened as I spoke, the weight of my emotions threatening to spill over.

He studiedfor a moment, his eyes searching mine as if trying to read my thoughts. I could feel my pulse quicken under his gaze, a nervous energy coursing through me.

Then, 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 sof the tension in the room. "Just... don't shutout like that again." His words carried an undercurrent of concern, a reminder that despite the misunderstanding, he still cared.

I nodded, relief flooding throughat his understanding. "I promise I won't," I said, my voice steadying as I regained my confidence.

The weight of his acceptance felt like a balm to my anxious heart. It was a moment of connection that remindedof the bond we shared, one that I hadn't wanted to fracture.

In that instant, I realized how important it was forto communicate openly with him, to trust him with my feelings instead of retreating into my own thoughts.

The thought of doing so gavestrength, and I felt a renewed sense of hope for what lay ahead.

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Carlos continued, "Your most important task right now is to protect yourself." He pause, his gaze turning serious. "Cyrus is being taken care of by someone I arranged for. You don't have to worry about him." Hearing this brought a wave of relief. "Thank you, Carlos. That means a lot," I replied, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders. I had been so caught up in my own struggles that I had almost forgotten about Cyrus and his situation.

As we stood there, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out to check the Chapter 82 message. My heart sank as I saw the invitation from Nathan.

The Johnson 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 alright?" Carlos asked, noticing my change in demeanor.

I forced a smile, trying to shake off the negativity. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... a lot on my mind." "Let's get you ready for the wedding," he suggested, his tone lightening. "You need to look your best."

I nodded, grateful for his distraction as we headed to his house. Whemwe arrived, I found myself surrounded by luxurious clothing and extravagant jewelry. The opulence of it all was overwhelming, but I tried to push aside my doubts. I rifled through the options, feeling both excited and anxious.

As I tried on a beautiful dress that hugged my figure, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. This wasn't E how I had envisioned preparing for a wedding-especially not Nathan's. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt beautiful yet uncertain about the situation.

The dress accentuated my curves perfectly, makingfeel elegant and radiant. The way the fabric shimmered in the light added a touch of glamour, and the neckline framed my face beautifully. I couldn't deny that I looked stunning; the dress transformed me, and for a moment, I felt like I belonged in a fairytale, ready to shine.

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