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Chapter 85: The tease

Autor: Liana evadne
last update Última atualização: 2025-12-25 23:55:20

POV - SCARLETT

The moment I stepped into the big, quiet house, I knew something was different. It was too quiet. Usually there was some sound, the TV, a radio, someone moving around. But now, there was nothing. Then I saw him. It was just Jaxon. He was standing in the middle of the living room, not sitting in his chair.

He was walking. He was using a wooden cane, but he was on his own two feet. That was good. That was a relief to see.

“Hey,” I said, trying to make my voice sound normal. I dropped my keys in the little bowl on the table by the door. The clink was loud in the quiet. “How are you holding up?” I tried to keep my voice light and easy, like nothing was weird between us. Like that terrible day never happened. Like he hadn’t seen me pinned against the wall, kissing Victor like my life depended on it.

He turned and saw me. A real, wide smile spread across his face. It looked genuine. It didn’t look angry or hurt. He started walking over to me, hobbling a little on his
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