Noah went back to the master bedroom.

However, Gwynn still gave him the cold shoulder and was content to live in her own headspace. Perhaps things were nice and mellow in there.

No one would make her do things against her will. Noah would never be able to force himself on her there. Her headspace was free of the cold, unfeeling needles of the IV drip as well as the luxurious yet suffocating cage she was currently trapped in.

She had lived in this cage for two years now.

She just couldn’t understand it. He had carried out his revenge by taking away her precious youth and the very idea of ‘love.’ What more did he want from her?

Standing in front of the dresser, he put his phone on it and looked at her quietly. His tone was gentle when he said, “Let’s make a deal, Gwynn!”

She was startled.

He continued, “Come back to Brookesville with me! I’ll buy you a villa and you can go back to college if that’s what you want. Also, you can set up an upscale gallery. I won’t keep you trappe