The Last Time I Cried Your Name novel Chapter 253

That ointment had the exact same scent she remembered from Misty Vale and the White Estate.

She knew she hadn’t put it on herself, and she’d slept in Franco’s bed the night before. It didn’t take a genius to figure out who had helped her out.

Owen didn’t wait for her answer. Instead, he reached for her knee. The second his hand touched her, Petty snapped out of it and kicked him hard in the chest.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” she snapped.

Owen clearly hadn’t expected her to move so fast. He tumbled back, landing on the floor with a groan, and shot her an angry glare. “Did you just kick me?”

He shoved himself upright, planting both hands on the back of her chair and leaning close so his broad shoulders blocked out everything else. She could practically feel his presence—intense and overwhelming.

He brought his face so close that he was just about to kiss her.

Petty turned her head away from his mouth. “If you care about your lips, keep them away from me. I wouldn’t mind cutting them off and feeding them to the dogs.”

Owen’s eyes drifted down her neck, pausing when he noticed a faint mark near her collarbone.

“So, you went to Misty Vale and slept with Franco?” His voice was icy cold.

Petty tugged her collar higher. The truth was that Franco, drunk from the night before, had gotten carried away and left the mark after forcing a kiss. That was as far as it went.

Not that she’d ever tell Owen any of this. Instead, she shoved him aside and stood up, heading for the door.

“Petty!” Owen chased after her, grabbing her wrist. She yanked free, tried to walk past, and he stepped in front of her. She aimed her heel at his knee and kicked again.

He gritted his teeth, his face contorting from the pain. “Answer me! Did you sleep with Franco?”

“Whatever happens between Franco and me is none of your business.”

“None of my business?” Owen nearly shouted. “You were supposed to marry me! You’re my woman! How could you sleep with Franco?”

Petty rolled her eyes and kicked his knee once more. This time, he was practically gasping, pain draining the color from his face.

She looked at him coolly. “Feel better now? Back to your senses?”

Owen glared at her. “Are you? Have you forgotten your dad caused Franco’s parents’ deaths? How could you still get involved with him?”

Petty’s face went pale, and she froze. Owen seemed to realize he’d crossed a line.

“Petty...” he started.

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