Chapter 187 You Owe Me Another
- Wrenley was amused. She used to say she smelled nice, but she never wore perfume—so where was the scent coming from?
- Spencer was standing by the door, watching the two women reconnect after being apart for so long. His gaze was locked on Wrenley's beaming smile, and he had a satisfied grin on his face.
- It had been ages since he'd seen such a happy smile.