Chapter 200

The bedroom and guest room were just a wall apart. Her heart… gradually turned cold. Like the last ray of light slipping beneath the horizon, swallowed by the dark—everything went still. Claire Richards had just finished her shower and was lying in bed, trying to fall asleep. She shut her eyes, forcing her breaths to even out. But no matter how hard she tried, that one infuriating man kept popping into her head. Infiltrating her thoughts, her heart, even messing with her breathing. Frustrated, she flipped over, annoyed beyond belief. She scolded herself—no more thinking about him! Tomorrow, she was changing her life motto to: cold as ice! Exactly. He was just some decent-looking guy with a pretty face and a few memorable nights. Nothing more! Not worth the overthinking! Sleep. Now. She hugged her pillow tight, adjusted herself into the coziest position she could manage, and tried to sleep. Ten minutes later, the bed shook. Claire shot up out of bed without a sound, like a marionette je