Too Late to Ghost Him — The Moretti Headquarters

My brain short-circuited. My face went pale. I had nothing. Thankfully, Mrs. Moretti stepped in. Leave her alone. Ella is our guest. Be nice. Wow, bro. I mentioned Ella's name once and you already memorize it.

Everyone laughed. I kept my head down and said nothing. I didn't notice Damien narrowing his eyes at me from across the table. Sophia had a fever the past couple days. After breakfast, she took some medicine and went back to her room.

I did some homework, went downstairs for water, saw Mrs. Moretti grabbing her keys. Auntie, where are you heading out? That son of mine rushed out this morning without eating and forgot his documents. His stomach's been bad. The family doctor warned him never to skip meals.

He's never this careless. I don't know what's gotten into him lately. Now I have to drive all the way to the family headquarters. A sharp pang shot through my heart, and then my hands moved before my brain did. I can take them.

You should rest. Oh, no, I couldn't ask you to do that. Really, it's fine. I've got nothing else to do. Mrs. Moretti was generous enough to let me stay.

The least I could do was help with something small. She couldn't argue with that. Eventually, she texted me the address to the Moretti family headquarters. In the evening, I pulled out my phone and searched Damian Moretti.

The results were unanimous. The Moretti family heir, ruthless in the family business, decisive charm, not to be Oh, imagine a guy like that dating someone online.