“I do. I just do not trust Danrique.” Charlotte frowned.
“He has a short fuse. A really short one. And his temper is explosive to boot. He doesn’t care about anyone or anything if he gets mad. I heard Francesca ran away after she injured him, so I was worried he might push all that anger onto you.”
“You do not know your brother at all, and you’re his sister.” Zachary shook his head and smiled drily.
“Danrique didn’t spend all that time trying to catch Francesca just to treat his condition.”
“Why did he capture her then?” Charlotte asked.
“Wait, is it really…”
“Yes, love of course. Love.” Zachary pinched her cheek.
“You’re really slow, aren’t you?”
“Fine. I did suspect that love might be a possibility. Danrique probably feels something for Francesca, but I have no idea how deep that feeling goes.” Charlotte postulated.
“I just think he doesn’t care about anyone or anything. Not even his kids. He doesn’t seem to love his kids, unlike you.”
“No. He does love his kids.” Zachary saw through Danrique easily.
“But he just doesn’t know how to show his love. Take it slow. This is going to be a slow burn.”
“You have a point, Hubby.” Charlotte nodded.
“Oh, and how’d you convince Danrique to let Robbie go anyway?”
“I did not. Francesca gave herself in, so I took the chance to take our boy back.”
“I am sorry?”
“Alright, so here’s how it went…” Zachary told Charlotte everything about the event that happened a while ago.
But when he was done, Charlotte seemed restless.
“You want to take us to him tomorrow? Did I hear that right?”
“Yes. I have one goal for the negotiation tomorrow: to settle the score between Francesca and Danrique.”
“You want them to reach an understanding?” Charlotte was even more confused at that point.
“You’ll understand eventually.”
They kept talking about the events that happened and the meeting they would have to attend the next day. Eventually, they got back to Northridge.
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