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?

considerable internal debate, Jacob set aside his book with a sigh and rose from his chair. His reluctance

however, he discovered Lawrence sprawled across the couch, deep in slumber. His eyebrows knitted

gently with his leg. Lawrence stirred from his sleep with foggy disorientation

loose white knit sweater that complemented his gentle features—features that somehow managed to convey both casual ease

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Jacob’s waist, burying his face against the soft wool covering Jacob’s stomach. His voice emerged muffled yet

tensed at the unexpected contact.

but his head drooped in unmistakable

Lawrence maintained his downward gaze, trapped in silence. In this fragile moment, any words seemed perilous. Worse still, one misstep might result in

going to sleep, use the guest room,” Jacob instructed, his

replied softly, accepting the

once more but offered nothing