Monica's POV
"Wow, I never knew Nicholas could be this caring," Anthony teased the instant he saw us both stepping down from the car with Nicholas by my side, helping me take each step.
"Shut the f**k up, Anthony," Nicholas fired back, and I saw a deep frown on his face. It was the kind of frown that meant business, and I could tell he was still on edge after everything that had happened.
We walked inside the house, and the aroma from the kitchen hit me so hard that I inhaled deeply with my eyes closed. The comforting smells of home-cooked food made my stomach growl despite my lack of appetite.
"Come, let's eat," Nicholas said beside me, ushering me to take a seat at the dining table. His tone was calmer now, but the underlying tension was still there.
"Welcome, sir. Welcome, ma," Pat
