#Chapter112
Trouble in Paradise
WESTLEY
IT’D HAD BEEN bugging me for weeks, but I couldn’t ruin the things we've already started. The story was also important to me. I knew what would happen when Austen mentioned about his painting, and he made me promise to tell Clyve before the book launching, but I never imagined that day would be tonight, and I just ruined the best night of his life.
Clyve stared at me, his gaze was vicious. /"Come again?/"
I felt my throat choke up. I still gathered all my power to explain since I already blew the bomb right in front of his face. /"It was a part of the deal. As an aspiring writer, I needed that./"
He waved his hand to cut me off. /"No. You wanted it. You wanted to sell your story, including mine. That’s what is all about./"
/"That’s not like that. Hear me out first./"
