#Chapter86
The Truth
WESTLEY
I WAS pacing back and forth while Keene’s eyes were following my moves from his bed. He didn’t pry, but apparently, he knew what was bothering me.
The door swung opened before my knuckles reached the wooden door. Trace seemingly so sure that I would show up after he left a note for me at the reception.
He didn’t change a bit other than the matured expression on his face. He was a famous college boy—a quarterback of their football team. Harlow loved attention, and she got what she wanted from Trace.
When he got engaged with Harlow, he was still foolish back then, not that I knew him well because I really didn’t give a crap about him and my step-sister.
/"Just tell me why am I here./" I straightened my spine as I entered his room and expelled all my thoughts.
