Summary of Chapter 555 – A turning point in A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator by S.J. Frost
Chapter 555 immerses the reader in an emotional journey within the world of A Caged Songbird's Escape: Into the Arms of a Predator, written by S.J. Frost. With the hallmarks of Romance literature, this chapter balances emotion, tension, and revelation. Perfect for readers seeking narrative depth and authentic human connections.
She hadn't expected him back so soon.
Elissa froze, then smiled with thrilled surprise. "You're home early!"
It was barely past eight.
She had planned to wait for him at the door.
The girl had just showered. Her silky black hair tumbled loosely over her shoulders, making her luminous skin look even more flawless. She seemed to glow with a dewy warmth, like a ripe, juicy peach.
Rowan had rushed home just to see her. He hadn't even washed his hands yet. Fighting the urge to pull her into his arms, he arched an eyebrow. "When was I supposed to be home? Did Evan sell me out again?"
Evan Murphy had always been like this.
No matter what Elissa asked, he spilled the beans faster than a criminal in an interrogation room.
In the past, whenever Rowan prepared a birthday surprise for her, Evan would always blow the secret. Everyone else could keep their mouths shut, but not him.
Once, Rowan got annoyed and almost snapped at him. Evan had just muttered, "Didn't you tell us to be loyal to you, but even more loyal to her?"
Out of everyone, only Evan truly lived by that rule.
He could deceive anyone, but he was always honest with Elissa and Rowan.
If forced to choose, Rowan had no doubt Evan would choose Elissa.
Hearing his complaint, Elissa tilted her chin, her eyes dancing with triumph. "What do you mean, sell you out? Evan just doesn't lie to me."
"Right."
Rowan cast her a sideways glance, brushing past her toward the bathroom. "They've all spoiled you since you were little."
He shrugged off his suit jacket as he walked.
Elissa reached out to take it, but he dodged her hand. "Public places are full of germs."
He tossed the jacket aside.
Stepping up to the sink, he leisurely began washing his hands.
Elissa didn't follow him in. Leaning casually against the doorframe, she picked up where he left off. "But you spoil me the most."
She didn't think twice before saying it.
It was simply the truth.
For years, the resentment of being left behind had clouded her memories, making her deny their past.
But recently, as she replayed all their moments together under the same roof, she realized just how incredibly good Rowan had been to her.
It was unconditional indulgence.
So many things she had mentioned in passing were made reality within days.
Rowan had a notoriously short temper with everyone else, but he had never seemed angry with her.
No matter how much he disliked something, all she had to do was pout or act out, and he would cave.

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