Lennox's POV
I buried myself in work, hoping it would help me stop thinking about Olivia—and the mistake I had made. I signed documents, responded to calls, and drowned in endless paperwork. Even Clark, my Beta, had urged me to take a break for lunch or dinner, but I refused. I didn't want to stop. I didn't want to think.
The door to my study swung open, and Clark stepped in.
"Your brothers and parents are at the table having dinner, and your father specifically asked me to call you," he said.
I growled, shutting the document in front of me. I wasn't hungry. In fact, I had no appetite. My mood was already ruined for the day, and I wasn't in the mood to sit at that damn table pretending everything was fine.
Clark narrowed his eyes at me. "Is this because of what happened this morning at the table? You still feel terrible for hitting her?"
I shot him a glare. "Why should I?" I snapped.