Noah’s smile grew faint.

Reaching out, he wiped the side mirror and said nonchalantly, “I don’t care if you tell on me. I’ll just break two more of your fingers if that happens.”

At the next moment, Charlie’s forehead was covered with sweat.

…

After Charlie left, Noah drove to Gwynn’s apartment. He hadn't come here for two straight days, but she didn’t even give him a call. It looked like he really didn’t have a place in her heart.

He parked his car, leaned over, and took Anderson’s obscene pictures with him.

Then, he went upstairs and swiped the door card before going into her apartment.

The sky was dark. The lights in the bedroom cast down a warm, yellow glow on the kids, who were already sleeping. Gwynn was sitting on the couch by the window with a tablet in her hands.

She was picking out paintings for her gallery. The young painters she got lately were showing some promise. She had high hopes for them.

Noah stole his way into the room.

Raising her eyes, she regarded