Chapter 440 Billionaire's Lies

• Surrounded by the quietness that clung to them, Jenny allowed herself to rest her head on Saben's shoulder, her breathing shallow and unregular. The drink fog still lingered, but it was clearing now substituted by something concrete, something darkened: the knowledge that someone, for everything that had happened, still existed.
• Saben could feel her unwind a fraction in his arms, and for the first time that night, he drew breath. He didn't know what tomorrow would be like if she'd keep pushing him away, if she'd deny this night existed but for now, he was content with this moment of quiet. A tenuous truce in the tempest.
• The city lights twinkled in the distance, casting a soft light over the streets, and Saben tightened his hold a bit closer, as if he was afraid she'd again slip through his fingers.