Chapter 527

If she said she didn’t feel anything, it’d be a lie. After all, people aren’t made of stone. Chloe Grace was no exception. Especially when that box of stir-fried rice cakes in her hands felt so warm, almost as if it was thawing the frost on her long-frozen heart. Things were different now. After everything they’d been through, with Edmund Quinn wedged in between, it was hard for her to look at William Turner the same way. But at the very least, being civil wasn’t impossible. While Chloe hesitated, William had already led her into the car. The interior, just as she’d expected, was warm and toasty. The moment she got in, she couldn’t stand the heat—shrugging off her coat and unwrapping her scarf. Holding the rice cakes in her hands, she glanced over at him. “Why are you here all of a sudden? Is your injury okay for driving?” His eyes were fixed on hers, intense. “You’re worried about me?” Chloe dropped her gaze, poking at the rice cakes with the small toothpick. She bit off a tiny piece