Chapter 889 If This Won’t Work, We’ll Pick Someone Else

• Beyond everything else, Ursa Fishman felt something on Eric Goodwell that she couldn’t name—something that echoed the man who had once carved a deep mark in her heart. It was hard to put into words, but the feeling was real, solid.
• That tiny spark alone soothed her, like balm on the soul. She was happy to stand aside and quietly let it wash over her.
• All around, jealous, hungry eyes shot in from every direction. Even if Eric couldn’t sing Ursa’s own songs, Ursa had no thought of swapping him out. She followed Eric’s lead, did whatever he wanted. But Eric still looked stubborn and sulky, refusing to even scoot his butt an inch. The whole thing felt annoyingly half‑hearted.