Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 322: Stay longer

Lennox’s POV

I didn’t rush through the food. Partly because it was still hot, partly because... I didn’t want her to leave. The silence between us wasn’t the cold, biting kind from before—it was warmer now, softer, filled with unspoken things I wasn’t ready to let out yet. Her eyes kept drifting to my face as if she wanted to say something, but each time, she swallowed it back. I could feel her through the bond—guilt still sitting heavy in her chest, mingled with relief that I was eating.

When I set the fork down, she reached for the tray, but I caught her wrist. "Leave it," I said quietly. "Stay here a little longer."

Her lips parted, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she shifted so her knees were tucked up on the bed, facing me fully. I studied her for a moment before inhaling deeply. "I’m sorry for the way I reacted, Olivia... yes, you have every reason to still doubt me," I said softly, but she shook her head.

"No... I was not supposed to conclude. I should have trusted you and waited for you to return," she said.

I inhaled again and moved onto the bed so I was seated beside her, turning sideways to see her face clearly as I spoke. "Olivia, I want you to know I will never hurt you again. This is a vow. I love you so much. You don’t know... you’ll probably never truly know... how deep it runs. There is no woman alive who could ever compare to you—not in beauty, not in soul. I will never glance at another woman, let alone touch her. My body, my spirit, my soul—they’re all yours."

no idea how tightly you have me wrapped around your fingers, Olivia. You could close your hand, and I’d come running without a thought. You’re not just in my heart—you are my heart. Every breath I take is for you. And

I pulled her up and made her sit on

mouth moved hungrily against mine, tasting and claiming, as though she was terrified to let go. My hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place,

when I asked,

lips curled slowly into a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. "That," she

My fingers traced the line of her spine, slow and deliberate. "Careful, Olivia... you might not be ready for what you’re

head, the smallest, taunting smile

turning her over beneath me in one smooth movement. Her soft gasp was swallowed by my mouth as I kissed her again—harder this time, deeper, my hand sliding under her gown to

low and husky, "if

shirt as she began to unbutton it. I let her, watching her closely, and when she was done, I stripped it