Chapter 61 The Fight

• Joseph's POV
• He twirled the glass of golden liquid, the ice cubes clinking softly under the dim, amber lighting. The atmosphere was heavy, suffocating almost.
• “Do you know why I wanted to meet you?” Marco's voice was deceptively calm, but the storm brewing in his eyes was undeniable. He slowly spun his chair around, his gaze piercing through me. The tension that had been building inside me suddenly snapped, loosening just a bit. It wasn't just me—Marco's emotions were just as affected by Harper as mine were.