Chapter 131-140

Chapter 131
A Morning Aftermath

Finished

Trevor’s sharp, dark eyes fixed on Peyton, searching her words for any trace of falsehood. His last clear memory. I was holding Summer, kissing her. Yet, when I awoke, it was Peyton lying beside me.

Peyton’s scalp prickled under his intense stare, her heart racing with fear that he might see through her. Trevor pulled his gaze away, regaining his composure. “Get dressed first. We’ll talk after, he said, leaving the bedroom for the suite’s living

TOOTIL

A tangle of frustration constricted his chest, making it hard to breathe. He lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply few times, and exhaled a slow stream of smoke that veiled the faint redness in his eyes

Peyton emerged in a blue skirt, her expression a blend of innocence and subtle grievance. Trevor’s eyes flicked to her, his brows creasing at the sight of the blue dress.