Chapter 87

If it had been the old days, as soon as Elliot asked her that, Charisse would've snapped back without a second thought, saying she couldn't wait to marry Clayton. After all, Elliot never wanted her to have it easy, so she sure wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. But now… she honestly didn't know what to say. Because the truth was, Elliot never really hurt her. She didn't answer him. Instead, she turned to Elena and said softly, "It's getting late, sweetie. Should we get ready for bed?" Elena nodded obediently. "Mhmm." She snuggled under the covers, blinking her big eyes up at Charisse. "Sis, can you make Napoleon for me tomorrow?" Charisse smiled, gently brushing Elena's forehead. "I'll start right after you fall asleep, okay? So when you wake up, it'll be ready." Elena grinned wide. "Yay!" Charisse tucked her in snugly, adjusted the AC a bit warmer, lowered the humidity, then left only the warm yellow wall light on. She tiptoed to tidy up the scattered puzzle pieces—only to rea