Chapter 161 Bitter Aftertaste

Rhys didn't turn around. His hands were trembling, shoved deep into his pockets.

"I can't," he said quietly. "And I won't."

Then he walked out.

Lena sat alone at the table. The roses sat between them, untouched. The champagne sat in its glass, bubbles rising and popping.

She stared at the door w...

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