Raymond’s POV
Ava’s face said it all—she was desperate to follow Samuel.
I never thought she was serious when she said she liked him. I always assumed it was just one of her games, something she said to get under my skin. But now, watching her—seeing how her whole body leaned toward the door like she couldn’t wait to follow him—it hit me harder than I expected. And I hated it.
Samuel had the audacity to act like I was the one overreacting when I questioned why he kept her away from me. As if it wasn’t obvious. Instead of giving me a straight answer, he went on some self-righteous rant about how this was just a contract and how I had no right to be mad. I let him talk, let him say whatever he wanted, but the longer I listened, the more I felt like punching something. Now, seeing the way
