The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 296

"Where are you going?" Zane asked. "I'll go with you."

Wait, what?

"I'm going to my house," Elara said.

"Alright. Then I'll go to your house with you."

Excuse me?

"It's really not convenient for you to come over."

Zane nuzzled against her, practically pleading. "Then stay here, please? This place is way too big. I get scared sleeping alone."

Elara knew he was completely full of it. "I need some time to sort out my head."

Zane refused to let her go. "Sort it out here. I'll wait."

"I want to do it at home."

"It's the same no matter where you do it."

"Zane!" Elara frowned. "Stop being so unreasonable."

"Come on, don't be mad. What is there to sort out, anyway?" He rubbed his face into the crook of her neck. "You're just going to go home and secretly torture yourself, aren't you?"

"Why should you beat yourself up over this?"

"You should consider yourself lucky. Lucky that I was there that night, and lucky that I was the escort who answered your call. I was the only one who could stop before going too far, because I care about you too much to see you cry."

Elara remained silent. She really should consider herself lucky that it had been him. If it had been anyone else, she would have thrown away her entire life that night.

She turned her head away. "Lucky for what? Lucky that I stumbled across a blind fool?"

"You knew exactly the kind of desperate, self-destructive woman I was, and you still insisted on sinking millions into my company?"

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