Chapter 95

Arya. "I want to pay a visit to my former house," I said, watching Tyler button up his crisp shirt. He looked effortlessly handsome this morning, a sight that made my heart skip a beat. But as much as I wanted to distract him and keep him with me, I needed to do something today. "Really?" Tyler's brows knitted together, his gaze shifting to me with a quizzical expression. "Robert and Alison could be lurking anywhere, Arya. I don't want you to get hurt. Especially in your condition." I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Tyler's protective nature was endearing, but sometimes it bordered on suffocating. "I can take care of myself, Tyler," I said, my tone edged with frustration. "I'm just pregnant. Not handicapped." "Little One, you're not just pregnant. You're carrying our child," he reminded me gently. I sighed, knowing he was right. But that didn't mean I wanted to be confined to the house like a fragile doll. "I know, Tyler," I replied, trying to keep my irritation in check. "But