Chapter 449

The sunlight illuminated Weston's face, cold and unreadable, casting no warmth.

His brow furrowed, and his long, dark lashes concealed the emotions hidden behind his eyes.

He still wore his wedding shirt, pristine and white, paired with a wine-red bow tie.

Stains of dried blood tarnished the shirt, and dust clung to his clothes, a reminder of the long hours spent running without rest.

I once found