Chapter 162 -The Messy And The Messiest

• Cynthia Dion:
• "Here!" I opened my eyes as Jack arrived, bringing a glass of juice for me. I wanted to hold the glass myself, but Jack insisted on helping me, so I allowed it. Of course, I enjoyed seeing Atticus in discomfort. He had done a lot for me, so that was the only thing I could give him in return.
• "Thank you so much, Jack, but I'll look after her here," Atticus spoke up, his heart darkening with jealousy.