The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 209

“Laura, do you like it? Let me help you change into it.”

She reached out, starting to lift the blanket covering Laura’s legs.

Out of nowhere, Laura slapped her—hard.

“Keep your hands off me, idiot.”

The housekeeper froze. Her face turned as pale as paper.

Had she said something wrong? Done something she shouldn’t have?

“Laura, I was just trying to help...”

Laura’s icy stare sent chills straight through her. Goosebumps rose on her arms, and the rest of what she meant to say stuck in her throat.

Wasn’t Laura usually gentle, graceful, and unfailingly polite?

She seemed like a completely different person now.

Laura took a sharp breath. Her hands were balled into fists, fury simmering just below the surface.

“Go find out whether the Byron family’s ship has come in.”

The housekeeper didn’t dare hesitate. She grabbed her phone right away and made the call, asking someone to check.

Before long, the phone rang again.

Laura couldn’t make out what was being said on the other end, but the housekeeper’s face kept draining of color until she finally hung up, glancing nervously at Laura.

Laura turned her dead-eyed stare on her.

“Well? Spit it out.”

“The ship… it docked last night,” the housekeeper stammered. “But Franco didn’t come back. I heard… Petty got in trouble. Someone snatched her out at sea, and Franco took his top bodyguards and flew out with them in a helicopter to help. Laura…”

Laura’s expression flickered.

She didn’t say a word—her gaze went distant. She fumbled on the table for her phone and dialed Franco’s number.

No signal.

She tried calling Jay. Still couldn’t get through.

Petty leaned back against the wall, drawing a long breath. She was surprised to realize she didn’t actually feel as battered as she’d expected. She caught sight of a half-empty pack of bottled water on the floor. Suddenly, she understood.

Franco had cleaned her up.

She unzipped her sleeping bag, got to her feet, and walked to the window. The island was still surrounded by floodwater, but this house was built on high ground and hadn’t been touched at all.

The sky outside was still gray, but the storm had settled. The angry wind and crashing waves had quieted, and by the look of it, it wouldn’t be long before the weather cleared for good.

Petty’s stomach grumbled, loud and insistent. She was starving.

Right now, she could eat just about anything that didn’t try to eat her first.

She could put up with almost anything, but hunger? No way.

She remembered they had brought food over from the helicopter and the yacht yesterday, and all the supplies were stored on the first floor.

She opened the door and headed out. Just as she was about to go downstairs, she heard a weak, crackling voice from inside—Harris was awake.

She rushed to the top of the stairs, only to freeze when she heard Harris breathing heavily, his voice low and rough.

“Be honest with me. Do you love Petty?”