Riley's POV
I watched as Norman's expression changed from carefree to cold and calculating. One moment, he was teasing me about our blissful night, and the next, he was barking orders into the phone. I couldn't understand what was going on, but I knew it couldn't be good.
As Norman dismissed the call, I asked him what was wrong. But he just shook his head and told me not to worry about it. "I'll take care of it," he said, his voice firm but distant.
But I couldn't help but worry. The court summoning him couldn't be a good thing. "What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Why does the court want to see you?"
Norman's expression softened slightly, and he took a step closer to me. "Don't worry about it, Riley. It's nothing you need to concern yourself with. I'll take car
