#Chapter 87
Warren
I love how comfortable we are. It's moments like these when my hope resurrects that things are getting better. That my groveling is working. I owe Connor big time.
/"He took your necklace./" She mentions.
/"Which one?/" My hand can't stop running over her skin. Trying to relax her with my touch.
/"Your favorite./" She whispers and my hand stops moving.
/"I'll get you a new one./" After I kill him.
/"It won't be the same. You brought it for me on your business trip. And we met after a week. I know I sound stupid. But it held meaning to me./"
I had no fucking idea Evelyn liked it that much. I thought it was just some piece of jewelry for her.
/"I'll go back to Paris and get it for you again./" I know I will.
/"I don't know Warren./" Her voice is miserable and it pricks my heart.
/"I got it for you once, I'll just get it again./"
/"Was it expensive?/"
