Chapter 217

The truth was that Rhys suspected the photos didn't lie. He had a feeling that Denera was truly having an affair with Gerald.

Rhys couldn’t just lie there and wait. Quietly, he got up, moving as silently as he could, and followed her out of the room. He stayed a good distance behind, careful not to make a sound as he crept down the hallway. When he saw her knock on Gerald’s door, his heart sank. He was right.

But he forced himself to stay calm, to wait, and to see what would happen next. He pressed himself against the wall, close enough to hear but far enough to avoid being seen. Soon, the door opened, and he heard Gerald’s voice. It was low and flirty.

Rhys’s jaw clenched. He knew that tone all too well—Gerald was playing with her, like he always did. Rhys strained to hear, and what he caught made his blood run cold.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, you know. What if Rhys wakes up and finds you gone?” Gerald’s voice was full of that same smug arrogance, like he knew he had the upper