Chapter 42 Wuthering Pretense
- The next morning, I woke up to the sound of a key rattling in the lock. My heart jumped, but I stayed still, my eyes fixed on the door.
- A moment later, Hailey stepped inside, carrying a tray of food. The scent of scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and buttered toast filled the room.
- She placed the tray on the small table beside my bed, her expression blank. “Eat,” she said flatly.