Chapter 43 Sir… Please…

• As Edward and I play pool in our penthouse, I can feel the weight of the pool cue in my hand and hear the balls colliding. However, I’m occupied with Sana’s thoughts, causing me to lose the game.
• “I’m winning from you for the first time.” Edward’s delightful squeal fills the air as he skilfully sinks his seventh ball into the pocket.
• “You’re winning because I’m letting you win, bro.” I reply, bending down to set my cue stick.