This matter had nothing to do with him; he didn't need to blame himself.
The one at fault was the person who bullied her.
However, that person had already been injured by her, and also beaten by Keane Lowell, which they deserved.
Claire Prescott looked at herself in the mirror, her mind involuntarily conjuring images of Keane's fury, his out-of-control deep kiss, and his tender embrace.
When he held her, she felt that her whole being, her entire heart, belonged to him. It was a flutter she'd never experienced before.
Could this be... falling in love with him?
...
The next morning, Jericho Prescott suddenly returned.
The three of them sat at the dining table, having breakfast together. The atmosphere was just as tense and suffocating as always, and the aura around her father still sparked fear in her.
Claire found it hard to swallow her food.
But there were some things she had to say.
