He Buried Me But I Painted My Own Resurrection novel Chapter 184

The atmosphere over the next few days was oppressive to the extreme.

Aside from visiting Sienna every day in an attempt to atone for his sins, Grant buried himself in mountains of paperwork.

He tried to use work to numb himself, but it was largely in vain.

Lyla, meanwhile, was placed under strict house arrest, confined solely to the villa with nowhere else to go.

All she could do every day was sit in her room and stare out the window, the resentment in her eyes deepening with each passing day.

She couldn't accept this.

She had plotted and schemed for so long, and success was finally within her grasp; how could it all fall apart at the final hurdle?

She had to find a way to save herself.

That night, Lyla knocked on the study door, holding a bowl of carefully simmered, comforting broth.

"Come in," Grant's hoarse voice sounded from inside.

Lyla pushed the door open, her face displaying a mix of timidity and eagerness to please, and placed the broth on the edge of his desk.

"Grant, you haven't had a proper meal in days. Drink something warm to soothe your stomach."

Grant didn't even look up as he spat out a single word: "Get out."

Lyla's movements stalled, but she didn't leave.

She knew this was her only chance.

Stepping behind him, she reached out and gently massaged his tense temples.

"Grant, I know I was wrong," she whispered, her voice overflowing with grievance and repentance.

"I know I did a lot of terrible things, hurt Sienna, and lied to you."

"But... everything I did was truly because I love you so much."

Grant paused, swatting her hands away in sheer disgust.

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