Noelle choked back a sob and took two hesitant steps toward Landon.
But the icy look in his eyes stopped her cold.
“What were you just saying?” Landon’s voice was shaky—he seemed to realize something as he asked, the words trembling in the air.
Noelle didn’t notice his unease. Hearing the question, she started again, explaining how Landon had managed to have every video of Rosalie abusing Dapper removed from the internet. She repeated herself, desperate for him to understand.
“Landon, you were the one who had those videos taken down, weren’t you?”
She’d never asked him directly before, but after thinking it through, she couldn’t imagine anyone else having the power—and motive—to do it. No one else had gone this far for her family except Landon.
He didn’t answer. Instead, his expression grew darker and darker.
By now, Noelle could sense, somewhere deep and painful, that Landon was slipping away from her. She knew this might be her last chance to reach him, to awaken whatever feelings he still had left.
So, swallowing her fears, she pushed on. “Landon, look at me. I know you still care about me—why else would you go this far to help us? Isn’t that true?”
Her tear-filled eyes brimmed with hope.
But Landon’s face only clouded further.
Across the room, Chandler—who’d been half-listening, half-amused by the drama—suddenly caught on to what was happening. He looked at Landon, incredulous.
“Wait a second. The woman who hurt Dapper—that’s her mom? And you’re the one who got every video wiped from the internet?”
Landon stayed silent. His clenched fists and ashen face said it all.
Chandler dragged a hand down his face, then rubbed his eyes, as if trying to keep Landon’s emotional cluelessness from infecting him.
But he wasn’t ready to let it go. “Seriously, Landon, what were you thinking? You know how much Dapper means to Zinnia, and you helped cover up the evidence for the psycho who hurt him?”

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