Chapter 125 The Art Of Jealousy

Thea

I looked away, walking away, but he pulled me back.

“Thea,” he called.

I sighed, feeling completely drained. “What do you want?” I asked, not having anything left in me to be angry or snap at him. That cry had completely drained me.

Evan gulped, running a hand through his hair. “I know I was wr...

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