Danny's POV
The villa felt like a pressure cooker, and my mum, bless her oblivious, socialite heart had just turned the heat up to high.
"Oh, it's so late! And the drive back is just a nightmare. Why don't you all just stay here? We have plenty of rooms," she said, her voice tinkling like wind chimes while my entire life was collapsing in the background.
I stood there, clutching the railing of the grand staircase, watching the players. Chadwick was standing by the bar, his back to us, his posture so stiff he looked like he was made of granite. He didn't say a word. He didn't have to. The silence coming off him was an invitation to a funeral.
Noah, on the other hand, didn't even hesitate.
"That’s incredibly kind of you, Ma. We would love to."
I felt like a zombie as I led them down t
