Chapter 80: Chapter 80

Chapter 80 It Has Been A Year, And I Wanted To Move On.

You don’t need to look at Peyton to know who it is. The man in the back seat is wearing a well–tailored

suit that perfectly outlines his shoulders and waistline.

The shirt buttons made contact with a point of light, emitting a glow in the dark night, just like the man’s

aggressive eyes.

Although it was just an outline silhouette, it was highly recognizable.

The scent of cedar on the man’s body wafted into her nose. In the cramped backseat, a hint of

ambiguity arose for no reason.

She resisted the urge to push away the man, preparing for her upcoming plan.

“Where did you go?” she broke the silence in the car by speaking first.

“When you let go of someone, the benefit is that you no longer pay attention to their every move. You

won’t refresh your social media feed every day, or click on their profile to repeatedly check their latest

status.”

If it weren’t for Nolan asking someone to pick him up, she wouldn’t have known that Nolan had gone

abroad.

“Business trip,” Nolan replied succinctly.

He had intended to mention the matter of Leo Murphy, but he felt that discussing such a topic would

dampen the current atmosphere.

She leaned against him, her body warmth radiating through her thighs.

In this cramped space, the intimate and close posture made people’s hearts uncontrollably stir up heat.

He couldn’t wait to do something.

The slender fingertips moved along her tender neck, leaving a trail of increasing warmth wherever they

passed.

Finally, it stopped at her brow bone. He carefully examined her cheeks, his voice lacking some

coldness, “Are the wounds healed?”

By the light outside, it was possible to see a small scar on her brow ridge. Without careful observation,

it was barely visible.

The rough fingertips gently rubbed her wound, and the breath from his thin lips lightly spread across

her forehead. “Thank you for what happened that day.”

It was because she saved Chris that Nolan showed rare tenderness

towards her.

Peyton suddenly became curious, “What expression would Nolan have

if she killed Chris?”

In short, it wouldn’t be as mild as it is now. Just the thought of that day happening, she suddenly had

some anticipation.

She really wanted Nolan to experience the feeling of losing a loved

one.

She said in a faint tone, “It’s nothing, I used to be a mother too.”

The arm wrapped around her waist tightened suddenly, and Peyton continued, “Has Leo Murphy been

found?”

There was a trace of worry between Nolan’s eyebrows. He did not conceal anything and recounted the

whole incident.

“I had offered a reward. Leo Murphy will be found soon.”

These words fell on Peyton’s ears like a cunning argument, and she had already anticipated this

outcome.

How could he really find Leo Murphy’s whereabouts when he was solely focused on wanting to kill

Kason Schmitt?

She thought, “The agreement she made with Nolan in the past was just restraining herself.”

“I didn’t expect Nolan to act so convincingly.”

Peyton’s dilated pupils were filled with mockery.

Not getting her answer, Nolan knew she would be disappointed. He then spoke again to reassure her,

“I will find Leo Murphy.”

“Okay.”

Peyton didn’t want to argue about this boring topic. She changed the subject voluntarily, “Is it possible

for me to attend Chris’s birthday party in a couple of days?”

Nolan knew that the death of her child was a wound on her heart. Chris’s birthday, however, was the

anniversary of her child’s passing.

“You…”

Peyton looked up, with the night sky, the twinkling lights of countless homes reflected in her dark

pupils. She licked her dry lips and said, “It has been a year, I want to move on.”