#Chapter 28: Lauren’s Guilt

Lauren's POV Liam stepped further into the kitchen, his presence as sharp and unyielding as a blade. His ice blue eyes swept over the scene—the plates still on the counter, the faint smell of buttery pancakes lingering in the air, and Alexander standing there like he belonged. “What are you doing here, Alexander?” Liam’s voice was measured, but there was an edge to it, like a storm threatening to break. Alexander didn’t flinch, his posture relaxed, but there was a subtle tension in his shoulders. “I could ask you the same,” he said evenly, his tone almost too calm. “Don’t play games,” Liam shot back, his words low and deliberate, the kind of tone that made me hold my breath. “Why are you in her house?” “Liam—” I started, but the air between them was already thick, charged with unspoken challenges. Neither of them even glanced my way. Alexander’s lips curved into a faint, sardonic smile. “I’m here for the same reason you are,” he said, motioning to the flour and eggs in the