Trouble in Paradise by Three Way

Chapter 0545

"You were walking just fine earlier. But now, you're saying you can't move?" I muttered under my breath.

Nicholas glanced up at me. "What did you say?"

"Nothing," I sighed.

Since he'd already moved in, there was no way I could kick him out tonight.

Lowering my head, I picked up the bag from the floor and took a few steps toward the bed. Without caring whether the bag was clean or not, I tossed it onto the bed.

Nicholas' breath hitched, as if caught off guard by my actions. He stayed silent, saying nothing.

He shifted his leg slightly, trying to hook the bag with his foot. Every movement of his thigh set his muscles into motion, and the creases of his gray boxer brief deepened in shadow. All of a sudden, he turned back to his sexually attractive self.

bag up. Instead, it fell apart, spilling clothes

filled with sadness as he said, "If you didn't want to bring it to me, you could've just said so. I wasn't forcing you. But throwing it onto the bed

one hand, he strained to grab a shirt. The effort made the scars on his forearm darken

"Just leave."

didn't lift his head, his voice calm as he folded his clothes. Yet, it carried

sorrow.

the tie. As he held it up to smooth it out, his arm revealed the

instant, all my muddled, fleeting thoughts vanished. I wanted

day after day, while tattooing my face onto his skin? Was I really that important to him? If I was, why was I never his first

matter what I endured-pain, loss, even the death of

chance to send Claudia abroad, the chance for us to build a life together. But he didn't. He knelt before

did this

me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Standing there without helping-are you here

and every word carried a