Chapter 50

YSABELLE

My hands curled into fists while Ronan’s eyes quivered as he avoided meeting my eyes, baffled at my sudden appearance.

Why? He despised that picture! So why hang it in his bedroom? For what purpose?!

“I-I'm sorry, I forgot to take down thi–”

“Where are we going to sleep?” I firmly said without giving him a hint of being unbothered.

“In the guest room.”

He slowly put down the frame and carried Ashley.

He walked past me but before I left his room, I stared at the picture. It didn't even have any scratches. It looked like it was well-maintained as well.

With a deep sigh, I exit his room with a heavy shoulder.

I was happy in that picture but it turned out like this.

Ronan entered another guest room beside his room. I stopped in front of my old room which was now fully closed.

Is Candice using that room now?

A pain crossed in my chest but I masked it with a frown and followed them in the guest room.

Remember not to dwell on the pain in the past, Ysabelle. I believe I've moved on