Chapter 135 Her Plan

• The next morning…
• Emily arrived late to the breakfast area, her steps slow, her body heavier than usual—as if the ache from last night had followed her into the daylight. The warm scent of coffee and freshly baked bread did little to settle her nausea. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale, and despite her attempt at a polite smile, the fatigue was carved into her expression like a bruise.
• Justin was already seated at the long table with a few others. The moment he saw her, he tilted his head with concern.