Chapter 383 So Hard to Speak
Dalton had been mulling over the morning's speculation all day. After work, he decided to call Donovan.
Donovan picked up quickly. "Hey Dalton, what's up?" His voice was calm but curious.
Dalton tried to play it cool, even though his mind was racing. "It's been a while. Wanna grab a drink tonight?"
Donovan sensed something was up. "Sure, where do you wanna meet?"
After hanging up, Donovan told Paxton to pick up Finley from kindergarten and drove himself to their usual private club.
As soon as he walked in, a waiter greeted him. "Mr. Wilder, Mr. Benedict is already waiting for you."
Donovan nodded and followed the waiter upstairs to a private room.
Even though they planned to meet for drinks, there was just one bottle of beer on the table, surrounded by a bunch of fancy dishes.
Dalton was lounging on the sofa, deep in thought. When he saw Donovan, he sat up and smiled. "I was gonna invite you for a drink, but I got busy and didn't eat, so I figured dinner would be better."
Donovan nodded and dismissed the waiter, leaving just the two of them.
He sat next to Dalton and asked, "What's going on? Spill it."
Dalton felt a headache coming on. He'd been thinking about Donovan's past attitude toward Riley but realized he hadn't seen them interact in a while. If Mia was right and Donovan was involved, he might be overstepping.
But he'd already called Donovan, so he had to go through with it. While waiting, he kept second-guessing himself, unsure if he should bring it up.
Now, hearing Donovan's question, Dalton's mind was even more jumbled. He decided to stall and started eating. "I haven't eaten all day. Let's eat first, then we'll talk."
Donovan watched him, his brow furrowing deeper.
Dalton handed him some food. "You probably haven't eaten either. Try some."
Donovan stayed quiet, observing Dalton's odd behavior. Dalton regretted calling him so soon. He should've waited a while before calling Donovan. Now, he wouldn't be in such a difficult position.
Luckily, Donovan didn't push and started eating. Dalton tried to distract him with business talk, but the more he tried, the more Donovan sensed something was off.
After they finished eating, just as Dalton was about to make an excuse to leave, Donovan's deep voice cut through. "You still haven't told me why you really called me here. What's so hard to say?"
Dalton froze, then sat back down, thinking carefully. He cautiously asked, "I just wanted to know if you've been in touch with Ms. Monroe lately?"
Donovan's brow furrowed at the mention of Riley. He hadn't contacted her since their last meeting at the coffee shop. The last he heard about Riley was from Finley, who said Riley was planning to move abroad.
Thinking about it darkened Donovan's mood.
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