Chapter 72

***LONDON'S POV***

I can't continue fighting Zane on his need to talk to me, but I spend most of the morning in bed.

When my stomach grumbles, I slide out of the bed and into the bathroom, cleaning myself up. I make sure to bathe and brush my teeth before heading downstairs in a mini-robe I choose to wear.

Zane is working on his phone and I remember briefly that I need to check mine. I make a mental note to go through it discreetly later.

"Good morning," I mouth as I walk into the kitchen, avoiding his burning gaze on my skin.

I don't want to think that he has an added advantage over me.

I see a covered plate of food and I open it. Pancakes and eggs are there. I go for a glass of Apple juice and eat till a bite can't get into my mouth again.

After trying my best to relax, I cleaned the plates I had eaten and made sure the kitchen surface area was clean. Walking out of a kitchen, for the first time, I catch a glimpse of Zane and those big hooded eyes of his are