Chapter 465

• Bai Qiujing froze mid-motion. His grip on the hair dryer tightened, then after a long moment, he set it down and reached to take the coat from Zayla Steele’s hands.
• He hung the coat by the door. The hum of the hair dryer filled the place, and for the first time it felt like a home—warm, lived-in, full of life. If only it could stay like this forever...
• He still had that confidence when Joaquin Latham was nowhere in sight. Now he realized how laughable that confidence was.