Chapter 629 Messy Love
- Nina
- I woke up to the sharp pang of nausea hitting me like a freight train. My stomach was a swirl of discomfort, making the mere thought of breakfast unbearable. Enzo, lying beside me, seemed to sense my discomfort before I even articulated it, his eyes clouded with residual tension from our argument last night.
- “Morning,” he said, his voice cautious. “How are you feeling?”