A Journey from Bitterness to Truth

Chapter 165

Chloe swiftly swapped her frown for a beam. “Mr. Yeager, you know I adore you.”

After grinding the beans for what felt like an eternity, she brewed Declan a cup of straight–up Americano.

The man finally began to sip it languidly, nestling into the couch. He shot a glance at the standing Chloe, his brow furrowing. “Scoot over; you’re blocking the TV. I’m trying to get my game on with the PS4.”

Chloe stifled her frustration, grinning sheepishly. “About that end–of–the–month bonus, Mr. Yeager – any updates?”

Declan didn’t even look up. “Depends on my mood.”

Where’s a knife when you need one? She was ready to go for the jugular!

But as Chloe leaned in. Declan’s keen eyes spotted the love bite on her neck, his gaze suddenly taking on a suggestive quality.

With a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he teased Chloe, “Been leading a colorful life. lately, haven’t you?”

Her mind didn’t register the jab at first.

But before she could grasp his meaning. Declan set his coffee down and stood, his slender fingers tracing her throat in a mock–caress that tightened ever so slightly.

being squeezed from her

she was always

smearing her lipstick, as he insinuated, “Someone’s been touching

it off, “I wouldn’t

in your hands. You want laughter, I won’t shed a tear. Your comfort heals me because you

returned to his seat, the enigmatic tone still in his voice. After a long

smile froze, her

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out of your mouth,” Declan said with a smirk, “how credible do

his eyes, she

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Horatio; he came

he watched her,

smile, “You’re a

you reserve for other men. I’m not buying it. Shape up or ship out. No excuses, I don’t want to hear

held her tongue, finally murmuring. “You’re right, as always, Mr. Yeager.”

when he insulted her to her core, she had to agree. devoid of dignity. Mr. Yeager