CHAPTER 445

Chris’s POV

The goofy smile on my face faded the moment I saw Antoine. He was standing by the pool, staring right at me with a serious expression that didn’t sit well.

What the hell is this man doing here? Is he going to cause trouble again?!

Emily, standing next to me, tensed. “Don’t do it,” she whispered fearfully. She looked up at me with wide, anxious eyes. “Please, Chris. He looks… I don’t like this.”

I reached out and gently squeezed her hand. “It’s fine, Emily. I’ll be fine,” I said, keeping my voice steady. “He wouldn’t dare do anything here, not in Kayla and Connor’s house.”

She shook her head, clearly not convinced. “But he’s had much to drink, I think. I know how he looks like when he’s drunk a lot. You don’t know what he might do.”

I glanced over at Antoine again, his posture unsteady, his eyes glassy. She wasn’t wrong about the drinking. I could practically smell the whiskey on him from here.

“I’ll be right back,” I assured her, climbing out of the pool. Emily made a move