BRYSON’S HOME
Chantelle woke up tired, her bones cracked with every move she made. She would have loved to remain in bed if it weren’t back-breaking. Dragging herself out of bed, she went to the bathroom to wash her face and go for a walk. Her body needed the stretching. The past few days have weighed heavily on her heart. She couldn’t seem to get the image of Bryson returning to the house and raising hell just because she was using his kitchen. The moment was too embarrassing for her. She didn’t understand why he would act so petty—it made her feel more inclined to be done with the whole surrogacy deal and get on with her life. Becoming a ridicule for a rich kid wasn’t on her agenda.
She had on some comfortable wear and headed out of the room. Emma was already in the kitchen making brea
