BLAKELY

“Don’t ruin my son’s life, Blakely.”

That was how Amelie greeted me when I joined her table. I was about to explain to her the scene she saw a while ago, but she started me with this.

“What do you mean, Mrs. W-Wright?” I got confused, really confused.

Did I do something that would ruin Thorne?

‘Maybe it is because of that kiss. Damn Jaxon for doing that!’

“How could you do that? I thought you were a decent, smart woman. It seems I was wrong. And they were right.” She looked at me from head to toe, taunting me. “Looks can be really deceiving.” The side of her...