Chapter 357 Aromatherapy

• After Yvonne left, Finnian lit a cigarette and sat on the edge of the bed, zoning out so hard he didn’t even notice the butt burning close to his fingers. He’d thought shaking off Yvonne’s clinginess would make him happy. Turns out, not so much. Every time her hollow, lost figure crossing the door flashed in his mind, any hint of joy died on the spot.
• He didn’t know how long he drifted. Finnian shook himself, brushed off the mess in his head, threw on his clothes, and stepped out of the room.
• Jennifer had just finished making breakfast. Seeing Finnian walk into the living room, she smiled. “Finn, you’re up. Where’s Yvonne? Still sleeping?”