Chapter 2 2

Knight.

After graduation, I drove to one of the spas, which was quite popular, according to what I'd heard. It was only open to men and only to the wealthiest men in the city. In addition, as soon as they saw my car and the clothes I was wearing, they realized that I was wealthy, which was all they were interested in.

However, something happened that I had not anticipated.

I was able to see my father! Angelo Knight. Yes. On the verge of sobbing like a small child, not like a twenty-seven-year-old man, I could not control my emotions. He didn't age a day, he didn't get wrinkles, he didn't get white hair, he just had a few gray strands on top. His physical characteristics were identical to mine, as was his height. Due to the fact that I observed him in the jacuzzi wearing his swimming suit, his body was perfectly toned. It was as if he had never aged and that life had never punished him for anything he had done wrong.

When the manager of the spa coughed to get my attention, I tried to remain calm. "Sir, we have swimming suits, and if you want to start with the sauna first, please let me know," he said.

I fixed all of my attention and all of my eyes on my father. Inside of me, the hatred is growing stronger. He was having a good time in his life. He was laughing hysterically while talking on the phone. What kind of person could live happily without his family? Without his son? Without knowing what happened to his only child?

All of the questions had been circling around in my head for years, and after meeting him, I couldn't stand the thought of waiting any longer. I was tempted to face him, but then I remembered what I had planned and that I would be spending the evening with Julia.

I made the decision to refrain from taking part. And I told the manager, "Yes, I'll need a swimming suit," which he confirmed.

And then I went into the dressing room to change. I stowed my suit on private shelves and secured it with a padlock before walking over to where Angelo was waiting.

"Can I join you?" I asked with a friendly smile and a polite "yes."

"Sure, it's huge after all; please go ahead," he said with a smile.

In order to keep his chuckling, Angelo put his cellphone aside. I wanted to start a conversation with him by saying, "I bet it's your woman," or something along those lines. I raised and mockingly lowered my brows.

He smiled proudly and nodded, rubbing the inside of his chin, saying, "sort of. She's my wife," he said.

In my defense, I said, "I never thought a man could be happy with his wife, to be completely honest." I hoped to elicit some information from him, but I soon realized that I was only harming myself, not him.

He moved closer to me, poured some wine into a glass and handed it to me, and then said to me, "She's my one and only love. I cheated on her and broke her heart on several occasions. I was on the verge of getting married to another girl whom I had just met. However, I was unable to do so in the end."It's a long story, but at the end of the day, the man can love his wife," he said to me, As if he wanted to convey to me the essence of his life experience in a few short words.

Immediately following, I inquired, "So, you're telling me you're happily married?"

Then he said, "you look familiar," and I trembled in response.

"You reminded me of myself when I was younger," he said at the end of his sentence.

I took a deep breath and poured myself a glass of wine. "I guess all men are the same at a young age," I said, trying to keep my gaze away. And I feigned a strange chuckle to go with it.

"I am knight," I said as I extended my hands to him and introduced myself to him.

"Wow, my name is Angelo Knight!" he exclaimed enthusiastically.

"It's a pleasure to meet you."

Despite the fact that he had a slew of questions for me, I wanted to get the conversation over with as soon as possible, lest it derails my plans. I didn't want to put myself or my intentions out there too soon. So I jumped out of the jacuzzi and exclaimed, "I have to get out of here right now." "However, we should get together again."

"Sure, I'd love to," he stated emphatically. "We are able..."

I had to cut him off because I was in a hurry. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Angelo."

Surely he would ask for my business card, I reasoned. As a result, I had to flee.

I didn't even bother to give him a second glance. I just dashed out the door and into the shower room, where I immediately changed into my clothes.'It's still 5 p.m.,'I said, fidgeting with my wristwatch and fuming.'I'm not sure what I should do until she calls.'I was talking to myself.

I was so bored that I reached for my cellphone to see if she had sent me a further text message, but I couldn't find any. As a result, I made the decision to drive to Julia's house. Or, to put it another way, to Angelo's house. The thought of going back home and changing my suit, or even going shopping for a new one, did not appeal to me at all.

I just wanted to get this over with as soon as possible so that I could see Angelo's happy face turn to tears. I really wanted to break his heart over the girl he had adopted as a daughter. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of the sadness in his eyes. I wanted to tell him how much I despised him and challenge him with the truth about how I felt about him.

And, to my good fortune, I happened to notice Julia walking the streets with a few bags in her hand. I was about to get out of the car and pretend that it was all a coincidence, but I was stopped when I noticed a guy walking after her, shoe by shoe, like he was following her shadow.

As I rubbed my chin, I muttered to myself, scoffing, "so, did Angelo hire a bodyguard to protect his daughter?" And he didn't even care about looking after his own child!