Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right by PASSION

Chapter 845

As Nancy’s gaze shifted towards Mercer, she saw him still fast asleep, his features softened in repose.

A faint shadow adorned his straight, well-defined nose, a subtle detail that embodied the same allure that had ensnared the hearts of millions of fans.

To her discerning eye, his face appeared virtually flawless.

Despite her heart fluttering at the sight of him, she couldn’t shake the vulnerability that his presence evoked within her.

However, her reverie was shattered as memories of him flanked by two women in a previous encounter flooded her mind.

Once believing him to be a gentleman as his appearance suggested, the revelation of his playboy reputation left her disheartened, dispelling the unconscious smile that had graced her lips.

How many women had he slept with since he took her virginity? Nancy sighed as she pondered, her gaze fixed on Mercer’s handsome face.

The bitterness she harbored had long been buried in her heart, breeding a deep-seated mistrust of men.

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Yet, despite it all, she couldn’t deny her lingering affection for him.

He was the man who had both saved and wounded her deeply, though he seemed to have forgotten her entirely.

He effortlessly moved on, reveling in the company of other women.

As Nancy’s thoughts became increasingly bitter, she felt anger simmering within her.

Ignoring the pain coursing through her body, she carefully crawled out of bed.

She slipped on her underwear before heading to the bathroom to gather her clothes.

Nancy moved past the large mirror in the bathroom and caught a glimpse of her reflection.

and bruises that adorned her body

tender, and she absentmindedly

and frustration washed over her as she looked at herself

and she clenched her

issue with him sleeping with her, it was his roughness that left her

bedside table, moving with quiet deliberation to avoid disturbing

opened the drawer and retrieved a notebook, scribbling a note before considering her

dollars, placing it on top of the note before setting it down on the

final glance at Mercer before turning

more rested than

basking in the rejuvenation that washed over

to embrace the woman who had shared his bed, but his hand

she was no longer there hit him like a bucket of ice water, jolting

sat up abruptly, his thoughts turning to the previous night’s

encounter, Mercer felt physically and mentally

doubts about his virility had evaporated the moment he’d risen to the

validation

left him feeling more

Nancy’s transformation in the

difficult to deal with, but she

obedience and eagerness to fulfill his requests

contrast was baffling yet exhilarating, fueling his

the previous night, Mercer’s desire for

intimacy, he yearned to

to confusion as he scanned

two crisp hundred-dollar

note beneath it with several hastily scrawled

still as bad as before, but at least you’re