Chapter 140: Talking About Dahlia

Savannah I stayed up late intentionally—long after he'd gone upstairs—waiting to see if he’d come downstairs again. Maybe he’d want something to eat, maybe just a glass of water, or maybe… maybe he’d come down looking for me. For the first hour, I heard nothing. I thought he wouldn’t come down after all. But then, I heard the soft sound of his bedroom door opening upstairs. My breath caught. Every part of me went on alert—the way it always does when it’s about him. My heart pounded in my chest as I strained to listen. His footsteps were quiet, careful, almost too soft, like he didn’t want anyone to hear him. And I hated that. I hated the caution, the restraint, the way he moved through this house like a stranger instead of the man who used to own every inch of it—and every inch of me. I wished he’d storm down the stairs instead. Slam a door. Look angry. Kiss me senseless and fix everything that’s broken. But Roman was too composed for that. Too calm. My stupid, sexy man. The sound of h