Chapter 84 The Silent Game

• She stood there in her usual I-do-what-I-want attire—an absurdly short skirt, a crop top, and a black hoodie, unzipped just enough to show off her flat stomach and her ample assets. She cocked a brow at me, clearly wondering why I was still blocking the door.
• If she had any common sense, she’d realize I was blocking the door because I didn’t want her in my house.
• But of course, that would require Aria to possess a brain cell or two.