Chapter 122: I Won't Marry You!

The instant Sylvia Looske turned to leave, Atreus Lyson caught her wrist and gave a gentle tug. She stumbled into his arms, their bodies pressed flush together. "You!" Sylvia jolted, startled out of her skin. People from the nursing home often took walks around here. If someone saw them like this, what would it look like? "Sylvia," Atreus said, holding her gaze, "you promised you wouldn't avoid me. Did something happen?" "No." She gave a small, hurried struggle. "Someone's coming. Let go of me!" Instead...