Reclaiming the CEO's Heart

Chapter 168 Have You Seen Enough?

Chapter 168 Have You Seen Enough?

After dealing with the people from the White family and coming back, Jacob thought Avery would be

waiting for him in the living room.

Just like many times before, no matter how late he came back, he could always see her sleeping on

the sofa in the living room.

She would always leave a light on.

But today, when he pushed open the door, the room was pitch black and Avery was not on the sofa.

He drank some alcohol, feeling slightly intoxicated.

In the past, at this time, Avery would have already greeted him, complaining while making him sobering

tea.

Although she would nag, it was what he liked the most.

Unlike now, although there was heating in the room, he felt cold.

Pushing the door open, he could faintly see a lump on the bed under the light from outside.

She was already asleep.

Shortly after Avery fell asleep, she was pulled into a warm embrace, and the air was filled with the

smell of alcohol, causing her to wake up from her dream.

"Did you drink?"

Hearing her sleepy voice, Jacob unwillingly said, "Avery, you've changed your heart."

Avery laughed as if she heard a joke. "Are you kidding? Aren't you the one who changed your heart

first?"

Jacob held her tightly in his arms. He had less hostility and like a large dog.

His deep voice was tinged with drunkenness and sounded in her ear, "I didn't change my heart, never."

Avery thought he was just talking nonsense after drinking. After all, his and Layla's son were already

one year old. What right did he have to say he didn't change his heart?

But she understood Jacob's personality. At this moment, she could only go along with him, or she

wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

She didn't dare to move and could only quietly curl up in Jacob's embrace, afraid of angering him.

Doing so indeed made Jacob very pleased. His hand around her waist tightened, and he even rested

his head on Avery's shoulder.

"Avy, I finally found you after so much effort. Don't run away again, okay?"

She hadn't heard his coaxing tone for a long time.

If it were two months ago, she might have been flattered, but now her emotions were calm, without any

fluctuations.

She knew very well that he was just drunk, and he would return to his original self when day broke.

They couldn't even be courteous to each other, only fighting to the death.

That night, Jacob tightly held her as if he had found a precious treasure that had been lost and

regained.

There were no cold words, only tenderness.

He quickly fell asleep, but Avery was used to sleeping alone. Having a hot body suddenly beside her

made it difficult for her to fall asleep for a long time.

Her mind was full of Jane's death.

After confirming that Jacob was already sound asleep, she slowly slid out of his embrace.

Putting on a coat, Avery cautiously walked to the study.

She didn't know whether to call him unfaithful or devoted, but the password was still her birthday. It

never changed.

Avery reopened the safe and took out the file folder that she had only glanced at in a hurry that day.

There must be something she had overlooked. Grace was dead. There must be some connection

between Grace, Martin, and Jane.

This time, Avery didn't rush to look at the information about other people but focused on Grace's file

folder.

For Jacob, Grace's death was a taboo. In the past, Avery didn't even dare to mention it, so that night, This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

she didn't carefully read anything related to Grace.

In the safe, besides some toys from Grace's childhood, there was only this one brown paper bag.

Avery wondered if after her death, her whole life would also turn into a stack of paper that counted her

past in detail. Then she would be completely forgotten by people after ten years.

Grace's adoptive parents had died many years ago. Her adoptive parents were dead, but she still had

friends.

It was impossible for a person to leave no trace in this world.

Avery used her phone to take pictures of the documents one by one, believing that the truth must be

hidden within them.

When she was nervously taking the photos, a cold voice suddenly came from the door, "Have you seen

enough?"