Chapter 162 - Familiar Faces

Noah

The neon lights of Las Vegas flickered against the inky sky, casting a surreal glow over the bustling streets. My head was spinning. Not just from the alcohol, but from the whirl of emotions I couldn’t seem to escape.

Cassandra and I had just left the club, the loud music still echoing in my ears, when I spotted him—a tall figure standing a little distance away. The outline of his broad shoulders was eerily familiar, even in the dark.

I blinked, trying to steady myself. There, under the glimmering lights, was Raymond. My breath caught in my throat. What was he doing here?

He was smoking a cigarette. A scantily dressed woman stood next to him. Her hand rested lightly on his arm as she leaned in close, laughing at something he said. My heart dropped.

Since when did Raymond smoke? And why was he in Las Vegas, of all places, with this… woman? The jealousy flared hot in my chest, followed by confusion. This wasn’t like him.

Without thinking, I staggered closer. My heels clicked again