Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 220

Chapter 220: Chapter 220.

By the time I get home, everything in me feels... drained. I barely remember the ride back. I barely ly remember walking into the house. I just know that at some point, I ended up sitting at the dining table, staring down at the plate Margaret set in front of me. But my appetite is gone again, h pick at it anyway and move the food around. Taking small bites that feel like they take too much effort to swallow.

Zane isn’t here, he’s usually here by now. Even if we don’t talk. But tonight.....Nothing.

I glance at the empty chair across from me, a small frown forming.

Maybe he’s working, maybe he’s still out Or maybe....i don’t know.

I push the thought away and force another bite down. It tastes like nothing.

Time passes slowly and I’m still sitting there when I hear r footsteps. I look up just in time to see him walk past the dining area. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t even look my way but he’s dressed...Dressed like he’s heading out.

I push my chair back quickly.

"Zane..."

He doesn’t stop so I hurry after him.

"Zane, wait."

This time, he slows just enough for me to catch up and I fall into step beside him, my brows pulling together.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"Work," he replies shortl

I glance at him.

"Work?" I repeat. "What kind of of work?"

He exhales Long like I just asked something tiring.

"Are we doing this?" he says, glancing at me. "Interrogation?"

I stop walking, fold my arms and just look at him.

He notices, stops walking and sighs again, dragging a hand briefly through his hair before answering.

"The club," he says.

I blink.

"The club?"

He nods once.

I hesitate for a second Then t.....

"Wait," I say quickly.

"What?"

"Wait for me," I say. "I’ll go get dressed and we can go together."

His reaction is instant.

"No."

"Zane...."

"No," he repeats. "You’re not coming."

I stare at him.

"Why not?"

"Because I said so," he replies simply.

I let out a small, disbelieving breath.

"That’s not a reason."

"It’s enough," he says.

I narrow my eyes slightly.

"No, it’s not."

He starts walking again and I follow after him.

"Zane," I press. "I’m serious."

"And I’m not?" he shoots back without looking at me.

I notice it so I push. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

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