Chapter 288

Bullshit. If he liked me all along, would he have treated me like crap and hurt me? I curled my lips into a cold sneer. "That's a pretty twisted version of love. Where I'm from, real love means sticking to one person, helping them through tough times. Not stirring up drama and messing things up for the one you claim to care about." Ronald Wright’s face went stiff. It was clear I got under his skin. When he tied up the bandage, he didn't exactly go easy on it—made me wince hard from the pain. I shot him a glare. He looked at me and said, "There’s clothes for you in the master bedroom. Go change." I let out a sharp laugh and got in the elevator. I’m not a neat freak, but even I can’t deal with being covered in this much filth. By the time I came back down, Paul Allen had already arrived. He looked like he’d seen a ghost or something. As he spotted me, he rushed to ask, “Ma’am, did someone break into your place or what?” I looked around. Muddy footprints were all over the floor, even on t