CHAPTER 90

The ride home from the event was quiet, but in a comfortable way. I leaned back into the soft leather seat of the car, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. My mind was still reeling from everything that had happened—Jasper’s underhanded schemes, the unexpected encounter with my father, and the sheer tension that seemed to follow us wherever we went. But Thiago’s presence beside me was the one thing grounding me, keeping me from unraveling completely.

I glanced over at him, his profile illuminated by the soft lights from the dashboard. He looked as calm and composed as ever, but I could see the subtle tightness in his jaw, the way his hands rested firmly on his knees. He was always in control—always the one making sure everything was handled. And tonight had been no different.

“I’m sorry,” I said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked over at me, his brow furrowing slightly. “For what?”

“For… tonight. For my father showing up like that. For everything Jasper is doing.”