Chapter 46

His malevolence remained hidden beneath a veneer of remorse, a mask that concealed the sinister intentions that lay beneath.

Summer's vulnerability was his canvas, and he painted upon it a portrait of contrition and longing. It was a performance designed to elicit her compassion, to make her believe that he was worthy of a second chance. And as he gazed into her eyes, he reveled in the knowledge that she remained entrapped within the web he had spun.

The seconds stretched, their gazes locked in a silent exchange that spoke volumes of their shared history. Legacy's eyes gleamed with a calculated intensity, his expression carefully calibrated to mirror the depths of sorrow he wished to convey. His every movement, every word, was a meticulously orchestrated symphony of manipulation, a symphony that he conducted with a cold and calculating precision.

And Summer, swayed by the currents of emotion and memories that washed over her, could not help but respond to his act. Her heart ached with