Chapter 301

For someone who was so trained in compartmentalizing his emotions to the point that he hardly batted an eyelash at snuffing someone’s lights out, he was surprisingly skittish about this little action. In fact, he was so averse to being called out about what he had done that he balked at returning to the couch, preferring to stand a few feet away and gawking at her with his cup of water in hand.

Vivian, for her part, ignored him. After snipping away every picture in the pile, she put her scissors