As they drove back to Brett's house, Erin noticed the security guards standing at the entrance, the gardeners busy in the yard, and the maids cleaning. The entire mansion was brightly lit, a far cry from its usual quiet state.
It had been a long time since the house was this lively, and for a moment, Erin felt disoriented.
Jimmy, looking a bit guilty, didn't follow her inside. "I'm heading out. Brett, she's all yours now. If she ends up hating me, that's on you."
Erin pretended not to hear him, letting out a snort as she walked in. She couldn't stand to be around them for another second or swallow the anger boiling inside her.
Erin couldn't understand why Brett, who used to treat her like she was invisible, was now so intent on keeping her close. She would have preferred things to stay
