195.Chapter 195

With that, he crouched down, tidied up the trash, picked it up, and quietly left the room.

Elena watched his practiced movements and fell into a brief silence.

During those ten years together, Declan had never so much as taken out the trash—let alone knew where the trash bags were kept.

The truth was, Elena was the architect of her own misery, having spoiled them rotten while remaining blind to ho