Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 225

Dennis Williams gave him a weird look, clearly unimpressed. “You got a toothache or something?”

Larry Adams, looking as annoying as ever, huffed, “Nah, I’m just marveling at how some people drop their friends for a pretty face! I texted you all night, and you ghosted me. But the second Ms. Davis calls, you pick up before the first ring. You’re all soft and sweet with Lillian, but with me? I get this attitude!”

Dennis’s face was impassive—he honestly looked like he’d rather be anywhere else. “You seriously don’t know why I didn’t text you back? Dude, your messages are unreadable. Maybe go hang out with the kindergarteners and relearn the alphabet.”

With that, he turned and climbed into the back seat.

“What’s wrong with my texts?”

Still clueless, Larry squeezed in next to him, pulling out his phone to check. That’s when he finally noticed the typo.

“Oh—crap, this is all a misunderstanding. I meant to call you ‘my apprentice’ in the message! I was trying to get you to come be my witness at the award ceremony, but you just ignored me.”

Aaron piped up from the driver’s seat, “Mr. Williams was in therapy all afternoon yesterday. He just got out this morning.”

“Pulled another all-nighter, huh?”

Larry eyed his friend, who was rubbing his temples. Dennis’s ridiculously handsome face looked even more striking with exhaustion written all over it. His eyelids drooped, making him seem even colder than usual.

Larry’s tone softened. “You haven’t eaten, have you? Let’s grab lunch together. I’m free this afternoon.”

Dennis pushed his glasses back up and didn’t object, so Aaron started the car and drove them to the nearby Misty Vale Villa.

Over lunch, Dennis just ate a few bites before heading upstairs to rest, leaving Larry to fend for himself. Larry was used to this—it was just how they rolled. He spent the afternoon doing his own thing.

By evening, Dennis was up. First thing he did was head out to the pool for a swim.

He was in the middle of his rant when Kevin, the head of Dennis’s security team, appeared at the patio door, all business. “Mr. Williams, we found an intruder about a mile outside the villa. They’re in custody now. Not sure if they’re spies. Should we send them over to the military base?”

Aaron’s face paled. “We were being followed?”

Dennis didn’t even look surprised. He just gave a half-smile. He’d noticed something off when they got home for lunch—figured someone was up to no good and wanted to see what they were after.

But nothing had happened. The people lurking around seemed more like scouts than actual spies.

If they were real spies, they’d be a whole lot sneakier.

So, Dennis had a pretty good idea who sent them. Most likely… someone from the Smith family.