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.

failed to pull the bag up. Instead,

you could've just

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

"Just leave."

his head, his voice calm as he folded his clothes. Yet, it carried an undercurrent of

sorrow.

the tie. As he held it up to smooth it out, his arm revealed the tattoo of my face, staring

my muddled, fleeting thoughts vanished.

he been thinking, day after day, while tattooing my face onto his skin? Was

was it that no matter what I endured-pain, loss, even the death of our child-he

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

meaning did

you standing there for?" His cold voice yanked me out of my spiraling thoughts. "Standing there without helping-are you here to

was low, and every word carried a weight