I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 129

He hadn't even looked at her.

Niamh just shrugged. Rich people really were heartless. He’d kicked her out without a second thought.

Back in her new room, she realized her phone was missing.

Damn it. In her haste, she’d left several things behind. She couldn’t be without her phone; she had to video chat with her kids. Plus, she was planning to go to the department store next door in the morning to buy them some gifts.

Mustering her courage, Niamh went back to Jareth’s room and knocked again.

She knocked for a long time before he finally opened the door. He had done it on purpose. He’d been sitting on the sofa the whole time, idly turning her old, beat-up phone over in his hands. The paint was worn off in several places. He’d heard her knocking but had deliberately waited a good ten minutes before slowly getting up. On his way to the door, he had intentionally shrugged off his bathrobe, leaving him wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.

When he opened the door and saw Niamh’s miserable expression, he felt an unwelcome twinge of sympathy. He had planned to yell at her, but instead, he asked coolly, “Ms. Lynn, what do you want now, knocking on my door in the middle of the night?”

Niamh’s eyes fell on the small towel clinging precariously to his hips, and her mind went blank. Her heart started hammering against her ribs, and her face flushed beet red.

“Ms. Lynn? Where are you looking?” Jareth asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the color rise in her cheeks. He thought, “So, you want to pretend nothing happened, do you, Niamh? Let’s see how long you can keep that up.”

His words snapped her back to her senses. She quickly averted her gaze.

God, his body was incredible. Any woman would have a reaction to seeing that, and she was no exception.

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