Liam's POV
I shut the heavy door of the mansion with a grunt, my gaze sweeping over the empty driveway one last time. No one was there. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I locked the door and leaned against it for a moment.
Before I could gather my thoughts, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and saw Stephen’s name flashing on the screen. I answered reluctantly.
“You can’t force feelings on her,” he said without preamble, his voice sharp and accusing.
I frowned, gripping the phone tighter. “Stephen—”
The call ended abruptly. I stared at the screen, my jaw clenching as anger bubbled up. One day, I swear, that old man is going to die by my hands.
How did he always manage to know everything? And why did he have to interfere? He didn’t get it. If I didn’t push, if I didn’t make h
