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 furniture were arranged

a makeshift stand containing essentials like data cables

perpetually cheerful demeanor at work tugged

settled Xiomara onto it, removing her outerwear

help but feel a pang of sorrow for the

he fetched water

sensation of wetness on her

face-to-face with Sumner,

she was awake, Sumner, inexplicably embarrassed, cleared his

“You’re up.

so I thought a little face wash might

you’re

drink some

”

away, Xiomara grabbed onto his cuff from

soft voice, she confessed, “Sumner, I

to be your

give

seemed to freeze, and the air turned

prolonged pause, Sumner finally

“You’re under the influence.

”

Her heart sank.

buried affection had only