Chapter 883 The Woman You’re Talking About Isn’t Me

• “My memory stops at you picking me up from the restaurant last night…” Cherry had thought it through. She might as well pretend Miss Davidson never told her about the confession. That way no one had to sit in awkward silence.
• Zachary Manson drew a long breath and told himself to calm down. To keep his cool, he said nothing and headed upstairs.
• Cherry glanced at his clearly sour back and just wanted to know when this living-in-each-other’s-pockets thing would end. She couldn’t get used to it at all.