His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 37

His Smokescreen Is Now the Woman He Can’t Have Chapter 37

When he said my name, my whole body went rigid.

The world seemed to go silent. Chloe’s excitement, Liam’s concern, the whispers of the other students—it all faded into a distant hum.

I slowly lifted my head.

Caleb Sterling stood less than three feet away.

The face I had once been unable to look away from, even on my worst days at West Point, was now so close all I wanted to do was retreat. His features were as sharp as ever, his blond hair bright under the sun. But his blue eyes, once so full of cold arrogance, were now just a chaotic storm of pain, urgency, and an anger he couldn’t quite suppress.

He had really found me.

Caleb looked as if he had a thousand things to say, but in the end, the first words out of his mouth were a reflexive accusation.

“Elara, were you avoiding me just now?”

His voice was tight with hurt and frustration.

My fingers curled into fists.

Avoiding him?

It was far more than that. The moment I saw him, I wanted to run.

But I didn’t.

Four years at West Point had taught me how to lock down every emotion.

I stood straight, met his gaze, and spoke in a voice that was calm and ripple-free.