She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 917:

Jacob pressed his lips into a thin line but ultimately retreated to his room without another word.

Lawrence remained rooted in place, bewilderment washing over him. He had crafted such a pitiful image of himself, yet Jacob hadn’t offered even the smallest comfort, not even the simplest embrace.

An impulse to pound on Jacob’s door and demand answers surged through him, but the carefully curated persona he’d established wouldn’t permit such a reaction.

Unrestrained behavior. Instead, he collapsed onto the couch, mind churning with unspoken thoughts, and allowed his eyelids to drift closed.

The exhaustion from a day of flying and battling jet lag quickly claimed him. Within ten minutes, sleep had pulled him under, right there on the living room couch.

Behind his closed door, Jacob wrestled with conflicting impulses. Should he prepare something for Lawrence to eat? Every fiber of his being resisted the idea. Yet if he didn’t intervene, Lawrence would likely go hungry, too caught in his apparent misery to order food.

Should he let Lawrence starve under his roof?

set aside his book with a sigh and rose from his chair. His reluctance to display direct concern didn’t negate his

the couch, deep in

him gently with his leg. Lawrence stirred from his sleep with

that complemented his gentle features—features that somehow managed to convey both

Ⱡ𝖆𝓉𝓮𝓼𝓉 ςһ𝓪ρ𝑡𝑒𝗋𝓈 ⳑ𝖆𝓁𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀․ⅽ𝗈𝗺

wrapped his arms around Jacob’s waist, burying his face against the soft wool covering Jacob’s stomach. His voice emerged muffled yet laden with undisguised vulnerability. “Jacob, am I

the unexpected contact. “Let go,” he commanded

released his hold, but his

in silence. In this fragile moment, any words seemed perilous. Worse still, one misstep might result in

you’re going to sleep, use the guest room,” Jacob instructed, his tone clinically

softly, accepting the directive without

pressed his lips together once more but offered nothing