Chapter 195

“Phoebe…” No sooner had I hung up the phone than Colin launched into his performance.

“Ow, that hurts.” Colin lifted his hand to show me the wound on his wrist.

I had a hunch he had overheard my call with Melody, and now he was scheming to keep me from leaving.

“Didn’t the doc patch you up already?” I held Colin’s wrist briefly. “If it hurts, why do you keep hurting yourself?”

Colin looked at me with those puppy–dog eyes and whispered, “Phoebe, can we just move out and live on our own?”

He didn’t want me to stay at the Langley estate any longer, and as for Brendan, he couldn’t care less.

“We have a home, he said, his gaze unwavering, as if to tell me that this place was our true home.

Only then did I snap back to reality and take in my surroundings.

The garden wasn’t just filled with my favorite flowers; even the decor of the rooms was tailored to my tastes.

It seemed like he had really been working hard to build a home for us.

“Colin… This place isn’t cheap. Did you buy it, or is it a rental?” I asked suspiciously.

a bit evasive for a

don’t want to go back to the Langley estate, we’ll just

the heir to the Langley fortune, and the trust fund

pain

I’m leaving,” I warned, leveraging the threat of

before pulling me into a

stop hurting

just held me, refusing to let go.

sleep. I’ll come straight

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recalled many memories with Colin yet, but the recollection of our first

important to my past, why

was from the orphanage, too. In the scant childhood memories I had, the woman who had complimented my dress, Fanny, was the one who had died, and Melody was the one who always followed Fanny, seemingly fragile but always watching with cold eyes, even taking pleasure in others‘ misfortunes.

child, Melody had

asked James about the incident when Phoebe was bullied for that red dress and several boys were beaten up. In my memory, James hadn’t been involved; he hadn’t been one of those tearing

was Phoebe’s father who

The headmaster had punished Colin

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