Chapter 228

• But in the six years since, Melanie Summer never again stirred that heart‑jolting spark in him. That night felt like a hallucination, fading more and more in his memory.
• Hearing him, Melanie’s face drained. She pushed up from the wheelchair and stood. “I don’t believe it! Joaquin, we’ve known each other for years. I don’t believe you were good to me just because of that one night.” Even as she said it, resentment burned in her. Deep down, she knew the person who had saved Joaquin Latham that night had never been her.
• Joaquin didn’t even want to look at her. “Rilmond isn’t for you. Go back.”