"“U tebya vsyo v poryadke?" Cheryl asked, rounding the dining table. She leaned in, towards Valentino, as she placed his meal before him.
[𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬: 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲?]
Valentino grunted, nodding his head slightly, eyes fixed on the steam rising from his plate.
Cheryl gave him a skeptical glance, before sighing and standing upright. She patted his shoulder gently and walked away.
The man's eyebrows knitted together as he picked up a fork and jabbed it into the meal, jaw clenching.
He couldn't shake the feeling.
Guilt.
Pure and sharp, etched into every thought, a constant reminder that he was losing his grasp on self control.
His body had reacted before his brain could process it.
He hadn't meant to kick him.
He gritted his teeth, fiddling with the meal, as the image of Nathan wi
