Chapter 423
Robert's POV
Perhaps the employees whisper in the corridors behind my back that I am a man who has lost his mind of his own free will. Or perhaps they repeat in secret that the mafia king everyone fears has been reduced to a pathetic teenager over a little girl.
I don't care which one of them is right. Not in the slightest.
Everything built up inside this chest revolves around Julie alone. Yet, this damn pride stands like a steel wall between me and my steps toward her forbidding me from drawing close, or resting my palm against her skin.
I used to reassure myself that she would eventually yield, that she would bow beneath my dominance.
But whenever I searched her eyes, I found nothing except a sweeping, destructive current of pure hatred and malice.
I swore to myself that I was ready to offer a forgiveness I had never granted to a single soul in my dark world on one condition. She only had to utter a single plea. Just one word asking for my forgiveness.
