Nolan's POV
The sound of retching carried through the otherwise quiet house. I couldn’t help but hear it, and the suspicion I felt toward Ellie only increased.
I rushed to the room where she was working out, the loud music still playing, and found her in the nearby bathroom, bent over the toilet, wiping her mouth.
“What’s going on?” I asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” Ellie answered automatically, getting to her feet and looking at me. “I just ate too much junk food while I was out with Rae.”
“Junk food?” I asked skeptically.
“Yes,” she said with a glare. “You know—gelato, iced coffee, muffins.” She turned her head away from me, that same cold look in her eyes.
“Figures,” I said, not bothering to hide my irritation. “You have no self-control, do you?”
“That’s rich, coming from you,”
