How to Destroy a Cheater Without Saying Goodbye novel Chapter 135

He's angry!

"Is Professor Reese still downstairs? Maybe he found it—it's possible." Even though the hotel's security footage had been hacked, all it showed was them leaving the lounge; nothing captured them coming out of the kitchenette.

Jeannette's explanation sounded plausible—at least on the surface.

Eddy's long, elegant fingers traced the curve of his thigh, his touch cool as it hovered along the slit of her dress. The contrast of his pale skin and the veins standing out on his wrist sent a shiver through the air. His breathing grew shallow, hot and dangerous, charging the room with tension.

"How would he have found your bracelet?" His tone was skeptical.

Blanche caught the desire burning in his eyes. She placed her hand firmly over his, trying to still his restless fingers. Frowning, she muttered in annoyance, "Aren't you the one who insisted I go clear things up with him because you were jealous?"

The words had barely left her lips when Eddy's eyes curved into a smile. He wrapped his arms around her waist and swept her up as if she weighed nothing. "Since when are you so obedient, darling?"

Startled, Blanche curled up against his chest, but relief washed over her. He believed her.

Still, she kept up her defiant front, "Shouldn't you be happy I'm listening to you?"

"I get it—I was wrong. I won't get jealous over nothing again." Eddy gently laid her on the bed and held her hand. "I'll make sure things stay quiet downstairs so you can rest."

"I'll apologize to Professor Reese too."

"Mm," Blanche murmured, turning away and feigning sleep, her eyes drifting closed.

Eddy tucked her in, sitting by her side for a long time before finally leaving on tiptoe when a friend sent the housekeeper to fetch him.

Blanche slowly sat up, remembering with a jolt that she'd left her mini laptop in the kitchen in her rush. Quickly, she called Felipa, needing to coordinate their stories with Fernando too—anything to avoid a slip-up.

Thinking of Fernando brought back memories of that moment in the bunker—his confession, the charged atmosphere. The memory of how both Fernando and Eddy had touched her ankle made her toes curl.

She sucked in a shaky breath, unable to tell whether the flutter in her chest was for Fernando or Eddy, or just a reflex her body couldn't help.

Still, she knew she had to be clear with Fernando: she wasn't going to fall in love again, and she didn't plan on sharing her life with anyone.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed—a message popped up.

It was Ingrid, sending a photo.

Laney, I've looked into it.

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