I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 135

Niamh laughed. She had been in Jareth’s room at ten-thirty, and he had been completely alone. Where was this B-list actress?

A rich playboy like Jareth wouldn’t waste his time on a B-lister; he probably wouldn’t even look at an A-lister.

But then, her smile froze. There was a thirty-minute gap. What if he was just… efficient?

The thought left a sour taste in her mouth.

Niamh slept poorly that night, tossing and turning, the memory of Jareth’s kisses replaying in her mind.

She was up at seven the next morning. When she opened her door, she was startled to see Jareth already there, sitting in his wheelchair.

He was wearing a purple suit today, which made him look much more vibrant than usual. His typical all-black attire, combined with his perpetually icy expression, made him look like he’d just stepped out of the underworld. This was much better; he almost looked like a normal person.

“Mr. Bragg, I thought you lost your wheelchair,” she asked, puzzled. She hadn't wanted to talk to him, especially after thinking about him with that actress last night. The idea was just… gross.

“I borrowed it,” he said without missing a beat.

“Mr. Bragg, I’m just heading out for a bit,” she told him.

“I’m coming with you,” he declared.

The words, and the childishly stubborn tone he used, reminded her so much of Keir. Whenever she was about to leave the house, Keir would whine, “I want to go too!”

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