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“We’re leaving,” Dae suddenly says.

Before I can speak, Dae has my hand as we head toward the exit.

“Wait, I haven’t had a chance to say good-bye to my parents,” I remind him.

“You can call them,” Dae says without stopping.

“Call them?” I pull my hand free from his as we come to the valet by the exit. “What is going on? How do you know Daniel Park?”

Dae’s sudden shift in attitude has everything to do with that man I just met.

However, a voice calls my name before Dae can respond to my questions.

I turn to see Jake Warren dressed in a tuxedo. My ex.

“I wondered if you were going to be here. I—”

“Didn’t I tell you once to fuck off?” Dae growls, coming to stand in between me and Jake.

“Dae!” I say, pushing him by the chest. “What is wrong with you?”

I look over my shoulder to see Jake taking more than a few steps back with his hands raised.

“I-I didn’t see you. Sorry,” he mumbles before hurrying off to enter the convention center.

“What the hell was that? He’s an old friend.”

Dae grunts. “Old friend,” he mumbles on a snort.

Yes, Jake was more than a friend, but that ended over a year ago.

“He’s a reporter who’s probably here covering the event. There’s no need to get all possessive and rude.” Our car pulls up, and Dae doesn’t even say anything as he takes my elbow to get in.

I get in because all the questions in my head demand answers. I know answers won’t be given outside of the convention center. As infuriating as it is, Dae only talks when he’s ready.

Yet, as soon as the car door closes and the driver pulls off, I turn to him. “You need to explain what the hell just happened tonight.”

CHAPTER 38

Dae

All I see is red as I drive. And I fucking hate it.

I loathe that I was so thrown off at seeing Daniel Park in person. And when that fucker made that remark about being the son that … that man never had, I almost lost it. I should go back and break that fucking bastard’s nose for even daring to get close to Kennedy.

“Dae, are you listening to me?”

Kennedy’s demands for answers bring me back from the edge. I don’t want her to see that side of me.

“Are you going to say anything? Who is Daniel Park, and why did just seeing him upset you?” Kennedy asks as soon as we enter my house behind closed doors.

I run my hand through my hair, loosening the ponytail I have it in.

“It looks like I need to go back to the convention center to start asking questions since you won’t answer,” she says, glaring at me.

I stop her, getting in between her and the door. “You don’t need to go back there.”

“Dae, I swear I will if you don’t start giving me answers.” She’s pissed.

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