The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 125

“If Laura wants to stay, let her stay.”

A lazy, clear voice drifted in from the other side of the dining room.

Petty was just there to grab something. She hadn’t expected Franco to be home, and definitely hadn’t thought she’d run into Laura.

What really caught her off guard was how clueless Franco was being. Laura was basically putting herself out there, hinting at wanting to spend the night, and he was just playing it cool, telling her to go home. It was honestly funny.

Laura looked embarrassed, especially with the sarcastic little smile in Petty’s eyes.

She pressed her lips together. “Petty, you’ve got it wrong. I wasn’t planning on staying.”

Petty shrugged. “Okay. So?”

“I’m leaving now.” Laura glanced at Franco, who was sitting across from her, totally unmoved by Petty’s return, like nothing out of the ordinary was happening.

“Franco, remember what I said about your wound. Don’t get it wet.”

Franco just grunted, folded up his newspaper, and shot Petty a casual look.

Right then, Petty looked back at him. Their eyes met for a split second. Petty gave a little snort and looked away. “If you show up tomorrow, his wound will probably be healed.”

He was perfectly fine at lunch. Where did this injury come from, anyway?

Not that she was planning to ask. He had Laura to dote on him. Petty was just here to grab her stuff and go.

Franco’s face darkened as he watched her head up the stairs.

When Petty came down later, her things in hand, Franco was standing under the porch with his cane. Laura’s car was already pulling away.

Petty didn’t walk over to Franco. Instead, she headed for the side door.

Suddenly, both her phone and Franco’s started ringing at the exact same moment.

Petty glanced at Franco, surprised by the timing. He looked back at her, just as thrown off.

Her screen flashed the number for The White Estate.

The car pulled up to a standalone villa.

The Cain family was one of the wealthy ones in Cabinda. Nash might be a university professor, but he also had shares in the Cain Group, and the annual dividends were way more than his salary.

So, he lived in comfort, with a taste for the finer things.

Laura walked in. Nash heard her and came downstairs, rolling down his sleeves. “Didn’t you say you’d come tomorrow?”

Laura noticed his steps were a little uneven. She knew she couldn’t have rattled him just by showing up. She glanced up the staircase behind him, then quickly looked away.

“The longer I wait, the more things can go wrong. I figured it’d be better to just get this sorted with you now.” Her eyes flicked to his damp sleeve. “Petty wants to go to the correspondent post in Everell. I was hoping you’d help.”

“You want to help Petty?” Nash seemed genuinely puzzled.

After all, Petty had married the guy Laura was in love with. Laura had left the country to get over it. There’s no way she’d just move on that easily.

“I know what you’re thinking.”