Chapter 296

I was sitting on the edge of the bed, absentmindedly scrolling through my phone and glancing at the clock on the nightstand. It was almost midnight. Harry had stayed downstairs to "finish a conversation" with Chelsea, and I couldn't pretend I was comfortable with that.

It wasn't jealousy—at least not the childish, possessive kind that makes some women unravel. It was something subtler, and far mor