Chapter 265

Cillian did, in fact, not go home that day. After their conversation on the rooftop, he'd returned with her to Charlie's room and even when she insisted he went home, Charlie surprisingly objected to him staying. So here she was the following day, watching the father and son blabber about football teams, wrestling and stuff that would have seemed adorable to watch, had it not been between her son and his father, the one man she was still strongly against being in his life. Avery sank in beside her, handing her a cup of coffee. She took it without taking her eyes off the disgustingly disturbing interaction. “It would have been cute,” Avery muttered, voicing her exact same thought as she took a sip from her coffee. “But it's not. If anything, it's disturbing.” She pivoted her body to face Bellatrix, lowering her voice as she spoke again. “Isn't it disturbing—not this interaction—but Cillian's sudden change?” She asked. Bellatrix threw a quick glance at her, but that was all she got befor