Chapter 170: Meeting the Horaces [2]
Knox found Azrael’s hand and squeezed it tightly, his eyes anxious and worried. Azrael finally turned to him, showing the irritation he skillfully masked behind his polite and business smile that only Knox could tell.
His heart swelled with appreciation. The alpha was doing his best to respect the family he deemed important, but instead of commending him for it, he was acting distrustful and afraid of what he might say.
He squeezed Azrael’s hand again, silently telling him not to worry about those spiteful remarks, and showed him his undeterred determination and unbothered expression.
That simple gesture was seen by everyone gathered in the room. Each has different thoughts and reactions, but to Knox, they weren’t important. He came to tell his piece of mind and find peace and solace in properly putting a closure in that family drama starring him and his lover.
Stepping forward, Knox turned to his father again. With a voice mixed with respect and firmness, he remarked, "Father...we came here because you asked us to come, couldn’t you at least, offer us a seat?"
Steve’s eyes widened in realization. He should have escorted the two to their seat instead of standing rigidly by the desk, and silently expressing his detachment from the unfolding family drama.
He quickly turned to the chairman whose face remained impassive. He tapped his finger on the desk and that signaled Steve to immediately gesture the plush sofa across where Athan and Althea were sitting.
"Young master, I apologize for not offering you a seat as soon as you entered. Please, young master Knox, Mr. Del Valle, you can sit here."
Knox nodded at the frantic servant. He pulled Azrael, never letting go of his hand, and wasn’t ashamed or put off by the stares he got from Geraldine. They sat on a three-seater sofa and refreshments were served on the table across them.