Chapter 344
- This time, he didn’t restrict her in any way, but Zayla Steele stayed home, quiet as a lamb, never stepping outside—like she’d gotten used to living penned in.
- Joaquin Latham finished work and headed back. The moment he walked in, the familiar smell of dinner wrapped around him—the same scent he’d lived with for four long years.
- “Who cooked tonight?” he asked the housekeeper, his voice trembling a little.