He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 315

Yara remembered Beatrice's recent passing and realized her poor choice of words had reopened a wound. She blinked, knowing she couldn't actually use Juniper's life for an oath, so she gritted her teeth. "Anyway, you absolutely cannot get back together with him! He has a family now. June, being a homewrecker will ruin you!"

Juniper smiled and lowered her hand. "What you're worried about is never going to happen."

Yara finally breathed a sigh of relief and checked the time on her phone. "I need to go do my rounds. You head home and rest. Keep the stitches dry, and come back in a few days so I can check on it. Don't let it get infected."

"I won't."

They parted ways, and Juniper got into her car to drive back to the studio.

Yara hurried through the main lobby, only to run squarely into Nelson again.

He must have come down looking for Juniper. The two glared at each other with pure, unfiltered disgust.

Yara genuinely wanted to spit at his feet, but she chose to completely ignore him instead, scoffing loudly as she stomped past him.

Her shift was almost over, and she really didn't need the headache.

Nelson suddenly realized something troubling: literally everyone around Juniper despised him.

He frowned at the thought. Had he done something wrong?

Forcing Juniper into this arrangement? It was supposed to be a mutually agreed-upon transaction.

Honestly, he didn't even know why he had followed her down here.

He had planned to cut all ties once their ten transactions were up. He didn't care who she ended up with after that. Given the past and what happened to his brother, there was zero chance of them having a future anyway.

Just as he had told Julian Sterling, he only wanted to see Juniper suffer. It was pure vindictiveness.

Irritated, Nelson got into his car and drove off.

When Yara finally got home, she was greeted by the rich smell of home-cooked food. She opened the door, groceries in hand, and stared in shock.

Harrison Holt was wearing an apron, carefully setting freshly cooked dishes on the dining table.

His eyesight had mostly recovered. He could see decently well now, though he still couldn't strain his eyes for too long.

Ever since Yara had brought him home from the hospital, it was silently understood that he was living with her.

Her eyes lit up after the first bite. "This is incredible! Did you use to cook for a lot of girls?"

The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. It sounded like she was prying into his love life.

The atmosphere shifted instantly, growing tense. Harrison lowered his head, quietly taking a bite of cucumber salad. "I only ever cooked for my mother."

Yara wanted to slap herself. She had gone back to his hometown with him. She knew he had grown up with no friends, relying solely on his mother, and had dropped out of school just to survive. When would he have had the time to date?

She swallowed hard and quickly placed a piece of ribs in his bowl. "I'm sorry. Just eat up."

Harrison chuckled softly. "It's all in the past. What about you? Working so hard in the city all by yourself. I've never heard you talk about your family."

"There's nothing to talk about."

Yara hated talking about her family, and she hated exposing her scars for others to see.

Harrison dropped the subject, and they finished their dinner in comfortable silence.