The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 134

Petty’s lips trembled as she spoke, her eyes distant. “I want to go to The Glades.”

The Glades? Harris remembered that was where she used to live.

Seeing the state she was in, he knew she needed rest more than anything. Still, he didn’t argue. He just lifted her gently, carried her to the car, and settled her in the passenger seat. He buckled her seatbelt, careful and quiet.

As he straightened up to close the door, Petty suddenly reached out and grabbed his sleeve, her grip desperate. Her head hung low as she choked out a plea, her voice hoarse and shaky. “Please.”

It was like a wave crashing straight into his heart. Harris froze for a second, then nodded. “Okay. I’ll take you.”

The drive was quiet, the car gliding smoothly along the road. Harris glanced at Petty, who just stared blankly out the window, lost in her own world. His phone buzzed with a new message.

We found out the house in The Glades belongs to Franco now. Laura’s living there.

His jaw tightened. He tapped out a quick reply, tossed the phone aside, and pressed harder on the gas.

The Glades was a secluded neighborhood, every villa spaced far apart, each one wrapped in its own privacy.

When they pulled up to what used to be Petty’s home, another car was already parked in front. The license plate was all eights. In Cabinda, everyone knew what that meant. That was old money, real power, the kind you didn’t cross.

Harris helped Petty out of the car and draped his jacket over her shoulders. He positioned himself just a little in front of her, protective without making a scene.

But Petty had already spotted the car. Last night, she’d asked if he was free for an interview. He’d said he was busy. Now she knew why. He was here with Laura.

And if Laura was tearing down the treehouse, he must have known that too.

Petty’s face was blank, all emotion wiped away, like she was too hurt to feel anything anymore.

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