Chapter 853:

Gorman carried the sleeping Zenia inside, cradling her like a fragile doll. He laid her gently on the bed and pulled the blanket over her with care, moving as quietly as a shadow.

Linsey stood by the door, arms crossed, watching him with cold, sharp eyes. There was no warmth in her gaze—only bitter scorn.

When Gorman finally stepped out and shut the door softly behind him, Linsey spoke, her voice like ice. “Gorman, sometimes I wonder… Who are you, really, beneath all that charm?”

At her words, Gorman arched an eyebrow, amused. His eyes locked onto hers, playful yet dangerous.

“Linsey, I’ve always been myself with you. You’re the one who refuses to see me as I am. Just look at yourself right now. I must say, enjoy this—having your full attention.”

Disgust rose in Linsey like a bitter tide. She shuddered, unable to hide it. Through gritted teeth, she spat, “I’m watching you because I don’t trust you. I need to know what you’re planning—for me, for my children!”

Gorman tilted his head, acting like he was puzzled. “Linsey, you wound me. Why would I ever hurt you or your little ones?”

a mask of false tenderness that made

pounded like a drum in her chest. Every instinct screamed

𝗿𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻

she stepped back quickly, almost stumbling in her rush to get away from

I could ever hurt

fists tightened at her

try anything, she would fight him with every ounce of strength she had

Gorman seemed completely unmoved by her defiance. He looked at her with a soft, almost tender

never cared about them. In truth, I can’t stand the sight of them. Any kindness I showed was

over Linsey, leaving

time Gorman had been around the children, he had been patient and kind—gentle

now he claimed it was all an act? A cold performance just to

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