Chapter 55

Blake’s expression darkened for a split second-before twisting into a cold, mocking laugh.

“Lena, you’ll stoop to any lie, won’t you? Just because you found out about Hannah’s pregnancy today, you’re spinning this kind of tale?”

He pushed off the bed, striding toward the door without another glance.

But as his hand touched the doorknob, he paused.

“You’re the one who refuses to share my bed. Don’t go whining to Grandpa about neglect-it only makes me despise you more.”

Then he was gone.

The room plunged into silence.