Trash Husband, I'm the Top novel Chapter 277

The atmosphere in the car grew heavy, silence settling over them like a thick blanket.

Louis spoke at last, his voice calm and low. “You see, you and I—we feel the same way. So there’s no need for you to try and convince me.”

Though he’d lost those memories, deep down he still couldn’t bring himself to accept anyone else.

Nora, bound by gratitude, couldn’t let go of Payne.

She glanced down at the sleeping child in her arms, her voice barely above a whisper, soft and gentle. “You can’t move on, and neither can I.”

Louis grew quiet, lost in his thoughts, and for a long while said nothing.

It wasn’t until the car stopped at a red light that he finally spoke again. “I think I’ll stay in Millbrook for a while.”

Maybe, just maybe, he could remember something there.

He’d caught a hint from something Mrs. Winters had said—a clue he desperately wanted to pursue.

Nora nodded. “I’ll take good care of Payne.”

Before leaving, Louis took them all to the amusement park. He wanted to spend real time with his son, especially since he had no idea how long he’d be away in Millbrook.

Maybe two weeks.

Maybe much longer.

Payne had always been a fragile child, sickly since birth, as breakable as glass.

Lately, though, he’d gotten stronger—strong enough to try a few gentle rides.

When Payne woke and saw the amusement park outside the window, he nearly burst out of his seat with excitement.

Nora, still recovering and not up for rides, waited patiently for them on a nearby bench.

At last, they reached the big Ferris wheel.

Payne begged for his mom and dad to ride together.

Nora smiled and agreed.

The Ferris wheel stopped at its highest point, the evening sky ablaze with brilliant streaks of sunset. Warmth and beauty washed over everything.

Payne sat between his parents, convinced he was the luckiest kid in the world.

Nora reached out, gently stroking his cheek, lowering her head as if to kiss the crown of his hair.

Louis had the same impulse; their foreheads bumped together, and they both laughed.

Daniel watched all of this unfold from the parking lot, the scene framed by the window of his car—a picture that stabbed at his heart.

Dim light hid the pain in his eyes, but his voice trembled as he asked, “You got a cigarette?”

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