Chapter Eighty: A Step Closer to the Unknown

Layla joined Canaan in her bedroom after she was done with her dinner. The dinner would have cleared the table by the time she walked into her room. She didn't feel comfortable after Canaan left the dining room. His absence from the room made the space feel empty. The emptiness gnawed at her belly, and no matter how much she tried to fill it up with food, it persisted. She couldn't get rid of the creepy sensation. She swallowed, making a sound at the back of her throat. Had she been too difficult? He made an attempt to be jovial, and she rubbed it in his face. It couldn't have been easy for Canaan to make that gesture. He was trying to build a genuine relationship with her aside from her role as his nominal legal wife. Perhaps he planned on making that genuine as well. Layla wondered if Canaan could truly love her. "Does he want to be with me now?" She whispered thoughtfully. Did he indeed care about her as a woman? She turned down the door knob and walked into her bedroo