Chapter 355

• Zayla Steele tilted her neck and let out a wry laugh. “What I loved was that memory. And that memory has nothing to do with you. Joaquin Latham, you stole another bird’s nest. Why would I ever fall for you?”
• Joaquin braced his hands on her shoulders, staring straight into her face, into her eyes, hunting for any flicker that might contradict her words. “I don’t buy it. I saw the box you hid in the basement. Your diary was in there, the scarf you knitted for me, and the sketches you drew of me. I don’t believe all of that was fake!”
• Zay shoved him away. His hand was already injured, and he’d just had his stomach pumped, so he was weak. Her push slammed him into the car door, rattling his brain.