Chapter Seventy Three:
The pasts he wanted to remain buried.
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Third Person’s Point of View
“YOU DENY YOURSELF of letting people—someone in.”
Those words were enough to render Jaeden speechless. His head hung low, gaze glued to the ground, and whole body immobilized. Moon illuminating atop his head, casting shadows on his face, giving her inability to see the expression morphed on it.
Being at the top of Matharik Hill still has its cons and one of those is the fact that there were no lamp posts surrounding the area, making it hard for her to see evidently. The sky above was dark as soot and only the moon provided light for Arth’s line of sight. Despite that, she still caught a glimpse of Jaeden’s tensed jaw and his curled fist.
Arth really knew how to rile him up. She knew the gra
