©WebNovelPub
Previous chapter:
Chapter 92, Facilitate
PREVIEW
... the call was from Titus Zane.
In a rush, he fished out his phone and quickly glanced at the caller ID before hastily answering. But before he could speak, the sound of Titus crying had already reached his ears.
"...Logan, I’m sorry..." Through the handset, Logan heard a weak sob. Although it was forcibly suppressed, it still sharply pierced into his ears and stabbed through his heart.
"I can’t return to Paris with you... I’m sorry... I’m sorry..."
After saying tha ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE