Chapter 419 Nonchalant

MYRANNA

Oh, so he knew.

I clutched the firewood a little tighter and nodded softly.

"Okay," I said nonchalantly.

His brows twitched downward.

I tried to step past him, toward the door, but he moved at the same time, blocking me with one arm braced casually against the frame.

"I have to cook," I muttered, shifting the wood against my hip so I wouldn't drop anything.

His jaw tightened. "Your damn