Rowan Blanchard Still Here นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And now Rowan—steady, loyal, tethered to Jalen—was here, requesting audience. My stomach twisted. I had a bad feeling that whatever news he was bringing, wasn't good. The Mirror was still out there. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that Rowan’s arrival was only the beginning.

No one corrected me when I stayed quiet. For a while, I forgot I was missing anything. Rowan’s phone buzzed near the end of the meal. He glanced at it and frowned slightly. “I need to take this,” he said. “I won’t be long.” He stepped outside, then returned a few minutes later. “I have to go,” he said, regret clear in his voice. “But I’ll see you tomorrow I promise,” He hugged me again before I could respond. The hold lasted longer this time. His hand rested at the small of my back, steady and grounding.

She said, lifting her chin, stubborn as ever. "Good." My mouth twitched. Painful pride. Rowan cleared his throat. "I'm going to go and finish coordinating. I just wanted you to see the brand, before the rumors turned into something else." I nodded once. "Go." Rowan slowly backed away before he grabbed his boots, which splattered a bit of mud onto the pristine tile. "Mable... please don't kill me..." "Try me," She said sweetly. Rowan quickly disappeared. The room felt quieter without him, but the threat didn't. It sat deep in the wall, thickened the air.

And she would surely be willing to get back with him. Just then, Patrick's call came in. He asked, "Are you sure you're coming back? You're not lying, right?" Rowan was silent for a long time before saying, "I probably will, but I'm not sure when yet." Patrick continued, "So, have you really cut ties with Luna?" "It's not that I cut ties with her. She doesn't want me anymore!" Rowan broke down.