Game Over No Second Chances

Chapter 358

"Were you scared by a shadow?"

Serena gently comforted the kitten, her soft voice barely above a whisper. Her slender fingers smoothed the fur that had puffed up in fright, massaging lightly with her fingertips.

In just a few moments, Snuggle had melted into a little marshmallow in her arms, mewing softly and giving her fingers a few tiny, harmless nibbles-more like teething than a real bite.

The night breeze had grown cooler.

Serena stepped into the dim corridor, cradling the kitten in her arms as she made her way back to her room.

In the corner, a shadowy figure lingered silently, only turning to leave once she was safely inside, surrounded by light.

Back in her room, a new message popped up on her phone.

Ruth had sent her an address. "It's a bar opened by a friend from the orchestra. It's still pretty quiet since it's new. Drinks are half off. See if you like it."

It was clearly a spot handpicked for a cozy little birthday gathering. The music must be great or Ruth wouldn't recommend it otherwise.

Serena replied, "Sure."

That same night, Ruth booked a booth and a private room under her own name. They could sit outside and chat or head inside to dance and let loose.

It was a perfect setup.

But less than ten minutes later, this news reached Cole's phone.

was now lounging alone in a private room at a club. When

help him get Serena. Who would've thought she'd swap herself in and

figured he'd use

get her pregnant-if

Tara pushed the door open,

didn't raise her head, waiting silently

now dressed in a clean,

hide her curves, nor the fullness of her figure. Her face,

you ask to see me

back a man's heart. I want to win over a woman's. We can help each other and get what

liquor and suddenly poured it all

down her hair, soaking

Wendy recoiled, startled. "You"

you, Mr. Larson." Tara

raised her head, licked

wine glass, She was

like a dog.

a satisfied smirk. His sharp

you win your man back. You can

the sweet little mistress...

said, his voice deepening,

another penniless woman

neverth

someone's feet, like Tara