In the dimly lit basement room, Nathaniel Monroe’s hands trembled as he read through the string of emails one by one.
He clenched his jaw, unable to accept that Walker—the man he had always trusted—had betrayed him. But the evidence was staring him right in the face, delivering a vicious blow to reality.
He squeezed his eyes shut in agony. The thought of Iris Yates being imprisoned by this scumbag, and Walker Grant knowing about it all along... Wasn’t Walker afraid that Chloe Reed would find out? Or did he firmly believe that his alliance with William Quinn would never break?
He scoffed. Human nature was truly unpredictable.
William Quinn took another shower to wash away the lingering stench of blood. After changing into fresh clothes, he finally made his way to the bedroom.
Iris was sleeping soundly. She lay on her side, one leg draped over the duvet, leaving her smooth back exposed.
William leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his blue eyes brimming with undisguised obsession and deep affection. Pulling her into his arms, he greedily breathed in her scent and murmured, "I love you, baby."
When Iris woke up again, she found herself trapped in William’s embrace. His towering frame almost completely engulfed her, treating her like a body pillow.
She frowned immediately, rolling over to slip out of his arms. However, before she could even get out of bed, a warm body pressed against her back. William rested his chin on her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Baby, why didn’t you sleep a little longer?"
He was clearly still tinged with sleepiness, his voice thick and overly clingy.
Iris pried his fingers apart and replied coldly, "I’m not tired anymore."


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