He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 30
Dante peeled one and popped it into his mouth, then shoved the bag into my hands.
“Eat. You haven’t had a real meal since last night.”
“How do you know?”
“Your stomach is growling loud enough for the whole floor to hear.”
Before the elevator doors closed, I saw Luca still standing in the same spot, facing my direction, unmoving.
Dante took me to a seafood place in the North District with no sign on the door. It had been open for decades—one of the few neutral spots that served different families and allowed no trouble inside.
When the owner’s wife saw him, she just gave a single nod.
The cream clam chowder was steaming, sprinkled with parsley and black pepper. After half a bowl, warmth finally returned to my hands and feet.
“I grew up on this street,” Dante said. “Whenever I had a fever, my grandmother would bring me here.”