My father sold me to the Mafia King novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: 215/Flashback (2)

Chapter 215: Flashback -- The Anatomy of a Lie

Author’s point of view (23 Years Ago)

The following day, Thomas drove toward Violet’s house, his limbs humming with a nervous energy. He had sent her a message asking to meet, and her acceptance had set his heart racing. Just before arriving, he slipped the wedding ring off his finger with a swift, practiced motion and hid it in his trouser pocket.

He couldn’t let Violet know he was a married man with two sons; she would surely see him as utterly unsuitable then.

He pulled up in front of her house, and suddenly Violet emerged, wearing short white shorts and a simple black top, her brown hair gathered in a messy bun. Thomas’s mouth went dry, his eyes widening as he took her in.

Despite the simplicity of her clothes, she looked radiant, almost ethereal in his eyes. He jumped out of the car to open the door for her with practiced gallantry. "Hello, Violet," he said, his voice thick with emotion.

"Hello," she replied shyly, keeping her gaze on the ground.

"How are you?" he asked, his smile eager.

"I’m fine... and you?" she murmured.

"Better than ever," he replied, feeling a strange rush of intoxication.

They got into the car and took off. He stole a glance at her delicate features. "I’m taking you to a beautiful restaurant called San Lawrence."

Violet smiled softly. "That’s a lovely name for a restaurant."

"Just wait until we get there," Thomas said enthusiastically.

Suddenly, she asked while playing with a strand of her hair, "Your friend Morgan... is he okay?"

Thomas’s jaw clenched instantly, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. "Why are you asking about him?" he asked, his voice turning clipped and dry.

Violet faltered, a paleness washing over her face. "No reason... I was just curious."

"He’s fine," Thomas replied, trying to regain his composure. "You know, he’s a bit... unstable."

She knit her brows in confusion. "Unstable? How so?"

"He looks calm on the outside," Thomas said, shaking his head, "but you never know what’s going on inside that head of theirs."

"He seemed nice," she said innocently.

"Appearances can be deceiving, Violet," Thomas said firmly, his eyes fixed on the road.

He tried with all his might to paint a grim picture of Morgan so she would never think of him again.

Suddenly, Violet looked at him intently. "Are you married, Thomas?"

Thomas froze for a split second, a chill running through his body. He gathered his wits and said flatly, "No."

"Engaged? Or... seeing someone?" she pressed.

"Neither," Thomas replied, swallowing hard. "I’m a single man."

"I thought you’d be married... how old are you?" she asked curiously.

"Thirty-two," Thomas answered confidently.

"Shouldn’t you be married by now?"

He smiled slyly to shift the conversation. "I see you ask about marriage a lot."

Violet grew flustered, rubbing her hands together. "I’m just a little curious, sorry."

"It’s okay," Thomas said gently. "I haven’t married simply because I haven’t found the right girl yet."

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