Chapter 152: Garth

TWELVE HOURS LATER, Garth was still in the exact same mood he'd been when he left Noemi's. All the frustration, irritation, and yes, hurt, had the muscles in his shoulders knotting up.

He took a tentative sip of the second batch of coffee. Somehow he'd ruined the first.

How had things gone wrong so fast? How was there any doubt in Noemi's mind what she should tell that arrogant asshole?

What Noemi hadn't told him, Scarlett had shared while fuming over the old stories. He knew about Ángel pressuring Noemi into crazy diets, the hair removal, the Botox, and even the surgery consultation she'd gone to. All because this dick-head wanted to control everything about how Noemi looked.

It touched all those old feelings about Scarlett's ex.

Garth refused to even think the asshole's name.