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Chapter Thirty one

Author: Marvea
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-01 05:42:43

Stacey’s POV:

“He what!?” Chloe’s voice echoed through the phone.

“Yup, that’s pretty much what happened so far.” I answered.

I was updating Chloe about Michael's sudden whirlwind confession, and she just couldn’t believe it. If we were being honest, had I not been the one living it, I wouldn’t have believed it either.

“So he did all of that so he can get to you?” She questioned.

“Yes. He really wants something serious here, Chlo, what should I do?” I asked her, grabbing the towel I had thrown on the floor after bathing. I hung it and started packing some papers on the study table.

“I mean, coming from your reaction, it seems to me that you don’t feel the same,” Chloe commented from the other end. “Even though this seems like the perfect scene where the heroine with massive denial issues falls for the guy that has been stalking her.”

A laugh escaped my lips. “Yeah, maybe if this was you and he was Joe Goldberg.”

I heard her giggle. “True. Joe is really cute.”

I mentally rolled my e
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