CHAPTER 040 The city hummed softly below, but the penthouse was quiet. I sat on the soft sofa, staring at the steam and the coffee that Jervis had sat down in front of me. The room should’ve been warm, but my chest was tight, every breath heavier than the last. I hadn’t even taken a sip. I was trembling too much in my hands.Jervis’s voice cut through the silence, gentle enough. “You can let go here, Sarah,” he said. Across from me, he sat, elbows on his knees, green eyes steady on mine. “No judgment. Just talk.”I looked away from his gaze and swallowed hard. ‘I whispered the words, so bad my tongue felt them. Rowan came back again.’ “Same games, same warnings. He keeps telling me he’s protecting me, but all he’s doing is trapping me.”His jaw tightened, but Jervis didn’t speak right away. I looked at him, expecting him to wave it off, but he didn't.“He’s not protecting you,” he whispered. “He’s controlling you. That’s what men like him do. They make you feel like you can’t breathe
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