Chapter eighty One:

81.

Chloe's POV:

I kept staring up at him with puppy eyes, batting my eyes up at him. “Will you?” I asked again.

He stared down at me, his lips tightly pressed against each other. His fists were clenched, his knuckles almost turning white and I lowered my hands to unclench them and locked out fingers together. He still had not said anything yet and with how much his facial muscles kept straining, it was hard to visualize him making a sound anytime in the nearest future!

“Babe,” I called, shaking his stiff body. “I asked if you would let my aunt stay with us?”

“Yes,” he...