(Kaan’s POV)
My father's eyes shift away from mine, and for a moment, he seems unsure of what to say. Finally, he sighs and meets my gaze once more.
He admits. “Your mother didn’t send me. I told her I have an important meeting to attend. I came here to see if you’d be here.”
I lean back on my chair. “Why?”
“I was worried about you,” he says, his voice tinged with concern.
“Why?” I ask again, genuinely perplexed.
My father looks at me intently, his eyes searching mine. “You didn’t look like you found your mate.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I say finally, my voice low. “I didn’t realise there was a particular way I should look like…I must have missed the memo when it got out.”
“I meant happy, Kaan. You didn’t look happy. That’s how I wanted to see you when you finally found h
