Chapter 18: You Can't Even Compare to a Single Hair on Her Head

Lena's POV

Elliott burst into the dining room in his dark pajamas.

The moment he saw me sitting calmly at the table with a proper meal laid out in front of me, his expression darkened like a storm rolling in.

"Lena!" He stormed toward me, pulling Cecilia behind him with one arm, then jabbed a fin...

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