Chapter 64

Holding Selina's small hand, Trevon sensed her hesitation. Fortunately, Selina's commitment to their agreement was admirable; she didn't betray her uncertainty. Who would dare speak inappropriately in front of her? "Damn it," Trevon mused.

"Achoo!" Lydia sneezed loudly upon arriving home, planning a shower to wash away the day's weariness. "Who's talking about me?"

Trevon escorted Selina to her door. She smiled gently. "Goodnight, honey."

"Honey, even though we hold hands publicly, sleeping in separate rooms might arouse suspicion from the Bradys," Trevon suggested. Selina coughed. "It's not that serious, is it?"

She knew that even sharing a room meant Trevon sleeping on the couch. He wouldn't overstep boundaries; his integrity was evident in rescuing her from the Harveys.

"Honey, I appreciate your cooperation. I'll rely on your guidance when the time comes." Trevon gently patted her cheek, mimicking her earlier playful gesture. He murmured "good girl," then turned away.

Selina touched her cheek. "Trevon... you're truly vindictive."

Meanwhile, Charley vividly recounted the day's events to Edwin.

"It sounds like a fairy tale, Charley," Edwin said incredulously. It didn't seem like Trevon. Their friendship, Trevon's aloof nature, and Edwin's own confirmation of Trevon's rumored homosexuality made it seem implausible that Trevon would invest so much in a woman.

"Darn it! You wanted to know, and now you call it nonsense? Edwin, watch it, or I'll punch you!" Charley retorted, annoyed. A WhatsApp call arrived—from Trevon!

"Edwin, Trevon must have something important. I have to go," Charley said, hanging up before Edwin could respond.

He switched to a video call, adjusted his hair, and struck a charming pose. "Trevon, what's up? Enjoying your dear wife?"

Trevon's voice was cold. "Send me the video you secretly recorded."

"What? When did I do that?" Charley protested.

"Three," Trevon said.

"I didn't..." Charley insisted.

"Two," Trevon countered.

"Do you not trust your friend?" Charley asked.

"One," Trevon stated.

"Okay, okay! Here you go," Charley conceded, sending the video.

Trevon immediately ended the call, leaving Charley fuming. "Damn it! Trevon, you heartless bastard! I thought you were gay, disinterested in women. Now you have a wife and you threaten your friend!"

Then a thought struck Charley: Trevon hadn't asked him to delete the video, only to send it. Could he use it as leverage?

Lost in thought, he received another call from Trevon.

"Is the video complete?" Trevon demanded.

"Of course! I sent everything," Charley insisted, sending screenshots of his photo album to prove his innocence. Trevon didn't reply, and immediately hung up.

"What?!" Charley raged. "Do you think you can get away with anything?!"

Sleepless, he headed to his building's gym to vent on the punching bag.

Meanwhile, Trevon reviewed the videos in his study. He muttered, "Charley, you fool! So many boring videos, and you didn't record Selina touching my face?"