The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 589

"Honestly, he isn't even trying to hide it. With the way he was glaring daggers, I almost thought a sniper had me locked in their sights."

Ian let out a heavy sigh, his teasing tone making Petty slightly uncomfortable.

She pretended to miss the point entirely. "Oh? Sounds like you speak from experience. Do you get targeted by snipers often?"

"Not often, no. But being stared down like that is definitely a first for me."

He really couldn't stand people who were neck-deep in romantic drama.

Sometimes he genuinely wondered what the hell love was made of, that it could break down a man with as terrifyingly strong willpower as Franco.

If it ever happened to him, would he be able to escape it?

Realizing he was pondering a profoundly boring question, a cool indifference returned to Ian's lazy eyes.

Ian hadn't bothered lowering his voice, so Hans heard him perfectly. He let out a cold scoff. "He's just an ex. Let him choke on his jealousy."

Had Franco ever considered how Petty felt every time she had to watch him parade around with Laura?

Back then, Franco hadn't even confessed his feelings to Petty, keeping her strictly in the friend zone while publicly playing the role of Laura's devoted boyfriend.

Now he knew what it felt like to be jealous?

Well, tough luck. He deserved every ounce of it. Though, to be fair, Franco's jealousy toward Hans had always been aggressively apparent.

But so what? Let him suffer.

Hearing their banter, Petty instinctively glanced over at her "ex-boyfriend." Whether he had overheard Ian and Hans, or if he just happened to be looking her way, their eyes locked.

Franco's dark gaze was suffocatingly heavy, swimming with shadows and an unmistakable, possessive claim over her.

Petty didn't flinch or look away. She stared right back, her gaze practically daring him: What the hell are you looking at?

Rebuked by her defiant stare, Franco's lips pressed into a tight line.

"The cart is ready outside. Please follow me, and I'll give you a grand tour of the estate."

Dr. Howell stood up with a broad smile. "I've always heard the winter scenery at Misty Vale is breathtaking. Since it's Mr. White's private property, most people could only dream of seeing it. We're incredibly lucky it snowed last night."

"Excellent, thank you, Jackson."

Dr. Morris agreed, turning back to ask, "Dr. Holt, coming?"

Wendy waved a hand dismissively. "I was up until 2 AM revising a research paper. I think I'll just stay inside and rest. You all go ahead, don't miss out on the beautiful snow."

"Ah, makes sense. You come to Misty Vale every week to check on Manley, so you must be used to it by now. Get some rest."

She comes to the estate every week?

Petty quietly withdrew her gaze. How nice.