Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chapter 742

Xiomara’s eyelids weighed heavy, struggling to open just a sliver as she squinted at the surroundings.

She nodded, then promptly went back to sleep.

Sumner yanked her out of the car, signaling to the driver not to depart just yet as he could need a ride later.

Following Xiomara’s groggy directions, Sumner led her to the basement door of a building.

The sight took Sumner by surprise.

He hadn’t anticipated Xiomara residing in such a rundown spot, and it left him momentarily frozen.

The structure before him seemed ancient at first glance, its white edges tinged with yellow, and slightly askew.

It appeared hazardous.

She didn’t merely inhabit an ordinary floor; instead, she called the basement home.

Opening the basement door unleashed a wave of decay and dampness that hit Sumner like a freight train.

He couldn’t help but turn away to retch; the stench was overwhelming.

Inside, the walls bore the scars of mold, and the floor felt damp underfoot.

Despite the conditions, the owner had put effort into maintaining the place.

mismatched pieces of

a makeshift stand containing essentials

her perpetually cheerful demeanor at

the bed, Sumner settled Xiomara onto it, removing her outerwear and

help but feel a pang

fetched

wetness on her face

eyes fluttered open, she found herself face-to-face with Sumner, who was in the

Sumner, inexplicably embarrassed,

“You’re up.

so I thought a little face

you’re awake, I’ll

drink some

”

away, Xiomara grabbed onto his cuff

voice, she confessed, “Sumner, I

want to be your

give us a

and the air turned thick

pause,

“You’re under the influence.

”

Her heart sank.

to unveil her deeply buried affection had