Chapter 378 Billionaire's Lies

• It was dark in there—the quiet of but in the space between being asleep and awake. Only beyond the wall-to-wall windows, the silver of the moonlight cut a pale line of light across the marble floor and plain furniture, following the sweep of the living room.
• He dropped his keys in the ceramic dish near the entryway and loosened his tie, shrugging out of his jacket. His footsteps were soft as he moved through the house, past the kitchen where a single plate sat in the sink—she must’ve eaten alone.
• Guilt tugged at his chest.