He Chose Another Heir Now He Wants Me Back Chapter 40
“That young man over there—what is he to you?” Ray asked suddenly.
I turned.
Dante looked relaxed, leaning against the back of his chair, but his body was angled as if he could spring into action at any moment.
“A friend.”
“A friend?” Ray snorted. “He hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you got out of the car, and you’re calling him a friend?”
For a moment, I had no answer.
Ray didn’t press. He pushed himself up with the armrests.
He was shorter than I remembered, his back bent, as if he’d been carrying something heavy for too long.
“I’ll come to the hospital next Wednesday,” he said. “Haven’t seen Maria in over twenty years. I should at least go see her.”
Then he turned and went into the house. The old wooden door shut softly behind him.