CHAPTER 64 Goodbye Blake

　　The bell over the café door jingled sharply as Travis Turner stepped inside, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing within him. The scent of freshly ground coffee did little to soothe the tightening in his chest. His sharp blue eyes swept across the room, immediately locking onto the back corner where Camila Martinez sat, her laughter mingling with the soft hum of indie music floating through the air.

　　"Camila," he murmured under his breath, a mixture of affection and anguish lacing his tone.

　　His gaze hardened as it shifted to the man beside her, Blake Ward, who was leaning forward with that smug smile plastered across his handsome face. Travis's hands balled into fists at his sides, the veins in his forearms standing out in silent testament to the anger coursing through him.

　　"Can you believe this guy?" he muttered to himself, the tailored lines of his suit seeming to constrict him like a straightjacket.