Chapter 532
Chapter 532:
After a moment, Lyman broke the stare and headed for the house.
The click of the door reached her ears, yet Kailey didn’t move from her place. When footsteps drew closer, she finally spoke. “Candice visited today p>
“I know,” he said.
Bitterness twisted her expression. The guards reported everything — there was never any chance he would be unaware of a guest. Fatigue settled deep in her chest, and her gaze dropped. “I’m going to lie down p>
She moved forward, but his hand closed around her arm and stopped her.
“What did she tell you?” he asked.
Kailey didn’t move or speak.
The pressure of his grip increased, and his tone dropped lower. “Don’t trust a word she said p>
Slowly, Kailey turned her face toward him. The wind had left her eyes rimmed red, a faint bloodshot color spreading across the white.
“Why is everyone around me so strange?” she murmured. “Some people rush to reveal everything, while others hide the truth. One voice insists there is no reason to lie, and another warns me not to believe anything.” What was she supposed to believe? She could no longer tell truth from deception. She had done nothing wrong, yet she had still ended up as a piece on someone else’s board.
𝖢𝗵іne𝘴𝘦 𝗻𝘰𝗏е𝗹ѕ 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘯𝘀𝘭𝘢t𝗲𝘥 𝗼𝗇 𝘨а𝗅n𝗈𝘷еls.с𝗈𝗺
Weight filled Lyman’s stare, and the silence stretched before his voice emerged, rough and low. “There are things you will understand when the moment arrives p>
Dry humor colored her reply. “Like what?” She looked into his eyes, wondering what things he meant — and when that moment was supposed to come.
Tension worked through his throat, and speaking seemed to cost him effort. He shook his head. “Kailey, I can’t explain it right now p>
“Then stop dragging me into half-truths!” Frustration burst through her restraint. Her arm tore free from his grasp, and fire flashed in her eyes. “And you should release me soon. Or I will force your hand p>
Finality marked her steps as she climbed the stairs without another glance.
Stillness rooted Lyman in place. The pale light carved his tall figure into a lonely shadow, and silence held the room — until a ringing phone cut through it.
He glanced at the screen and answered.
Respect carried the voice on the other end. “Mr. Vasquez, we’ve found the information p>
Lyman’s eyes narrowed slightly, his voice low and steady. “For now, don’t make any rash moves. Let’s see what he’s planning. Keep a close eye on him p>
“Understood, sir p>
Quiet returned after the call ended, and Lyman’s attention drifted toward the staircase. Distance hid the upper floor from view, yet imagination filled the gap easily — he pictured Kailey stomping upward in anger before slamming the door behind her.
Bitterness tugged at his mouth, and a faint trace of self-ridicule curved his lips as he looked away.
Maybe Kyson was right. Kailey’s name had lived inside him since childhood like a buried thorn that hurt at the slightest touch. But now, there was nothing left for him to do. She was his best friend’s wife.