Chapter 927

Jason’s POV

Not when I had waited for her for five years.

Not when I had spent sleepless nights wondering if she would ever look at me the way she once looked at him.

Not when, for the first time, I had her this close.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and glanced at Layla. She was staring out the window now, deep in thought, probably still trying to figure out what she had seen.

I forced a smile. "Come on, Layla. It’s just a party. Let’s not overthink this, okay?"

She looked at me, still uncertain, but she nodded. 

"Yeah… maybe you’re right."

I exhaled quietly.

For now, she was still mine. But for how long?

I immediately reached out and rubbed Layla’s head gently, feeling a tinge of guilt settle in my chest. 

"I’m sorry," I murmured, my fingers brushing over the spot where she had hit her head. 

"That must’ve hurt."

Layla let out a small laugh, shaking her head.