Facade of Love Novel novel Chapter 462

"I..." Alice was at a loss for words, scrambling for a comeback.

I took a deep breath and said, "Ms. Cruz, let's call it even. We're not enemies, and I've never tried to stand in your way. So, let's just go our separate ways in peace, okay?"

Stepping out of Clearwater Residence, the sun was blazing down even harder.

After a sleepless night, my head was pounding. I caught a cab back to Maxwell's place and bumped into him just as he was heading out.

He caught sight of my dark-circled eyes and could not help but smirk, frowning, "What, did you turn into a night owl? You look wrecked."

I let out a huge yawn, saying flatly, "I didn’t catch a wink of sleep. I'm off to crash."

"Hey... You!" He tried to grab me some again, but I shut my bedroom door on him, cutting off any further commentary.

The moment my head hit the pillow, I was out cold.

I slept like the dead. When I finally woke up, night had fallen.

I flicked on the light and stepped out of the bedroom. Maxwell was gone, but he had left a feast on the table—snacks, main dishes, the works. It had Maxwell written all over it.

He had left me a text saying he was tied up with some event and that I should grab a bite on my own.

I switched off my phone, whipped up a quick snack, and then drifted out to the balcony, lost in thought. Maxwell's place towered over the city, and from this height, I could see almost the entire Lake City skyline. Everywhere I looked, there were towering buildings, their lights twinkling like stars just starting to fade.

Every city's night had its own vibe, but somehow, they all shared that same glow, that same buzz of life. Spending too much time in those concrete jungles messed with my head and made me feel like my soul was getting chipped away bit by bit. I had everything I needed, the city was alive with color and laughter, but still, there was this creeping sense of despair, that tangle of

The night grew deeper, and after standing so long my legs started to tingle with pins and needles. Bored out of my mind, I noticed the study door was ajar and figured I might as well check out a book.