Chapter 137 The Witch In My Walls
- I’ve been sleeping in a hotel for the past three days since Megan traveled. And honestly? It’s been peaceful.
- The bed’s decent, the food’s predictable, and—most importantly—there’s no Aria.
- No distractions. No tight shorts parading around. No sly smirks. No goddamn temptation lurking in every corner like a trap I might step into.