Chapter 50

Something heavy pressed down on me, carrying a faint scent of body wash. My gaze landed on a face so close I could see every detail—sharp features, long dark lashes, and those blue eyes that sent my heart into a frenzy. The pain from that first night suddenly surged up again, like it was carved into my bones. I shoved Ronald away instinctively. He was clearly taken aback. After I pushed him, his face clouded over, jaw clenched tight, but instead of snapping at me, he just went quiet. Taking advantage of that silence, I quickly grabbed my phone and snapped a few photos of him. There was no way I’d win if he tried anything. If he pinned me down or threw me out, how was I supposed to explain it to Grandpa? Simple solution—he leaves. If he walks out, Grandpa starts asking questions, he can deal with it. Ronald’s eyes instantly turned sharp, freezing cold. “Delete the photos. Now.” He reached for the phone, but I dodged. Neither of us backing down. “Let me have the bed, and I’ll delete them