Obviously, Ivy Miller was shifting blame.
Nathan Clark closed the folder, saying, "Given the interference from both of their families, you may need to stay here for a while, specifics depending on their tactics. Rest assured, whilst I'm around, you won't find a chance to enjoy free meals in jail."
Yvonne Finely smirked, "Tough."
"Not tough, just a hard life," he replied.
Nathan stood up. "I'll go sort out the details you mentioned earlier. Do you two want to talk?"
Saying that...
The door opened.
And there, leaning against the doorway, was none other than Caleb Baker.
For a moment, their gazes locked.
The man's eyes were black and cold, like an ink-stained gem, deep and unfathomable, hinting emotions only she understood.
Yvonne felt a dryness in her throat as she quietly met his gaze.
He understood her.
After she rebuked him, he hadn't forced anything on her. Instead, he seemed to have peered into her heart and brought Nathan Clark in.
