JADEN POV
I stared at Dalma's bright smile. Again, I felt a pang in my chest as I looked at her face. She looked into the eyes of that waiter. I hated that. She should've been smiling at me. Not that immigrant. I should have had him fired when I wanted to.
The pictures my private investigator sent to me of Dalma in that coffee shop still had me staring at it, hours after it was sent.
“Blasted Tomas,” I muttered to myself. Then, I immediately sent the text message to her. She views my message quickly.
She must have been waiting for that man. It made me even more infuriated.
I texted her again, and then there wasn't any other response.
I worried about her and contemplated on if I should send another text to her.
“F**k it,” I said out loud and grabbed my car keys. On a whim, I drove t
