Chapter 79: A Slap In The Face

Clinton's eyes never left Paige's face, his gaze burning with intensity. "I don't know if I can do that," he said, his voice low.

Paige's gaze snapped up, her eyes locking onto his. "Do what?" she asked, her voice firm.

Clinton's eyes seemed to bore into hers, his gaze intense. "Stay on my side of the line," he said, his voice low.

Paige's expression didn't change, her mask firmly in place. "You have to," she said, her voice firm.

The silence between them stretched out, a chasm of unspoken emotions. Clinton's words hung in the air, but Paige's facade didn't crack.

After the meal ended, Clinton drove off instead of staying. Paige's eyes were glued to the tail of the car as it disappeared into the distance, and a sigh escaped her lips as her facade dropped. She trailed back into the house, her mind racing with thoughts.