He Loved My Fake Self Chapter 17By Novel7s / June 30, 2026 He Loved My Fake Self Chapter 17The metal cake topper had sliced straight into Jolene’s cheek.Blood and pink frosting. Nauseating.She passed out on the spot.Everyone scrambled. Ambulance called. Hospital waiting room. Finally, a collective exhale.I crouched at Kyle’s feet in the hallway, carefully cleaning the cut on his face.He looked embarrassed, seeing my red-rimmed eyes. He swallowed and forced a lazy drawl.“It’s nothing, Clo. Back in the day, I stopped a guy from assaulting a kid in an alley. Way more blood than this. Trust me.”He stopped.I looked up. Peyton was walking toward us.Kyle switched gears instantly, moaning.“Clo, baby, it hurts so much. I was gonna carry you in my arms and spin you a hundred times. Now I can onlydo fifty. Some people are actual animals, don’t you think?”I snorted.The warmth of it was still settling when Peyton’s hoarse voice cut in.“Can we talk?”
