She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 894

So, for the entire night, he had stuck to Coke, then Sprite, then juice. Whatever it was, he remained entirely sober.

Yet, he had sat at the bar for hours, staying all the way until closing time.

Because he had been keeping Daphne company.

He still couldn't figure out why she had been so remarkably talkative tonight, chatting with him about everything under the sun.

At first, Everett was mildly engaged, but as the hours ticked by and it grew late, he had fully intended to head home.

But Daphne had kept talking, and he hadn't possessed the heart to interrupt her. Before he knew it, it was the middle of the night.

The only reason he was even staying over was because she had practically demanded it.

She had even insisted on giving up her own bedroom for him.

Everett had adamantly refused at first.

He was a grown man, after all. What kind of guy kicked a girl out of her own bed and made her sleep on the couch?

But Daphne wouldn't take no for an answer.

If he kept turning her down, it felt like he was slapping her hospitality in the face and making things awkward.

And so, he found himself lying in her bedroom. In her bed.

Now, in the dead of night, the silence was deafening.

Everett forcefully clamped his eyes shut a dozen times, desperately trying to command his brain to shut down and go to sleep. Stop overthinking.

But...

Sleep refused to come.

This bed...

It was the exact same bed where he and Daphne had slept together.

Even though his memories of that night were blurry, the tactile sensations lingered in his bones.

The moment he closed his eyes, his mind aggressively replayed the tangled heat of their bodies from that night.

The fact that he was currently lying on those very same sheets made the intrusive thoughts impossible to suppress.

His heart hammered against his ribs, beating faster and faster in the darkness.

Everett shifted restlessly, twisting the sheets around his legs.

He honestly didn't understand why Daphne had opened up to him so much tonight...

Why she had insisted he stay over...

Why...

She had put him in her own bed.

Everett didn't consider himself a narcissist.

But lying there in the dark, it was agonizingly difficult not to read into things.

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