Chapter 174
- Ava’s POV
- A touch of frustration—and was that hurt?—crossed his face. He nodded curtly, his jaw tight. “Fine,” he clipped out. He watched me walk towards the master bathroom, his gaze heavy on my back. “Call if you need anything.”
- “Mmm-hmm,” I hummed noncommittally, and shut the heavy oak door behind me, the loud click of the lock feeling like a final, necessary shield.