Chapter 20 The Truth

WESTLEY

I WAS pacing back and forth while Keene’s eyes were following my moves from his bed. He didn’t pry, but apparently, he knew what was bothering me.

The door swung opened before my knuckles reached the wooden door. Trace seemingly so sure that I would show up after he left a note for me at the reception.

He didn’t change a bit other than the matured expression on his face. He was a famous college boy—a quarterback of their football team. Harlow loved...