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He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 171

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Lyla Lennox had long since fallen into a peaceful sleep against his arm, but the tension in his chest remained wound tight, refusing to slacken.

He closed his eyes, only for Sienna Sawyer's silhouette to surface in his mind.

He remembered their first meeting, the first time she smiled at him, the first time she said she loved him...

For a moment, he felt a wave of disorientation.

Then, the image of that curled-up figure on the courtyard ground flashed before him.

She had been covered in a cold sweat from the agony, her lips trembling uncontrollably, yet she never lowered her head to admit fault.

It didn't look like an act.

Lyla said she was faking it, but would anyone acting put themselves through that kind of torture?

Grant Gauthier snapped his eyes open.

An inexplicable sense of unease crept up from the depths of his heart, wrapping tighter and tighter around his conscience.

He threw off the covers and sat up. Beside him, Lyla was startled awake and groggily reached out to grab him.

"Grant, where are you going..."

"I'm going downstairs to check."

"Don't." Lyla snapped completely awake, hugging his arm and refusing to let go.

"Did you forget how she manipulated you? Are you really going to surrender to her?"

Grant looked down at her.

Illuminated by the lightning outside the window, he suddenly found Lyla's innocent face somewhat grating.

"Let go."

"Grant..."

"I said, let go."

His tone left absolutely no room for negotiation.

Lyla's hand froze in midair as she watched him throw on a jacket and stride out of the room.

A suffocating wave of panic seized her.

Grant hurried downstairs, his heartbeat accelerating with every step.

He pushed open the front doors of the mansion, and the damp, freezing night wind hit his face.

The courtyard was dimly lit.

He immediately spotted the white figure collapsed on the ground, with Helen crouched beside her, calling out repeatedly.

"Ms. Sawyer, wake up, please don't fall asleep..."

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