Infidelity: His Regret, My Revenge – A Twisted Love Story You Can't Ignore

Chapter 34

Menu

I woke early. Ann Maxwell was still asleep. I went down to the restaurant for breakfast. I’d only had a small cake on the yacht last night, and I was starving by 3 AM.

After breakfast, with plenty of time to kill, I wandered around the hotel. It was dripping in nostalgic South Seas charm; a lush tropical garden bustled with life, tall palm trees rustling in the breeze. Standing beneath them, I closed my eyes, enjoying the warmth of the sun filtering through the leaves. The morning air was so gentle, fragrant with the scent of blossoms.

The world was vibrant, alive, fresh–not at all bleak because I lacked a man or romance.

Then, footsteps approached, shadowing me. A strong masculine scent filled the air. I opened my eyes to a broad chest encased in black athletic wear–well–defined pectoral muscles, glistening collarbones, a strong jawline, and rose–tinted lips…

“Ms. Frost, what’s wrong with your eyes?” He bent down, his low voice a warm tropical breeze on my face.

I snapped back to reality, touching my eyes, taking a step back.“The sun’s too bright. I feel a little dizzy.”

than dizzy; you’ll go

President, do you jog in the mornings?” I tried to change the subject.

soft hum, wiping the sweat from his brow with a towel. After standing for a moment, he said. unexpectedly,

at him. Sneaking a peek? Who was sneaking a

know… and I left immediately. Honestly, I only glanced for a

second.”

His voice was calm, but the pressure was

“…That!” I stammered.

He insisted.

brazen it

were mistaken,” he said flatly.

believe him, but I didn’t need to argue.“Okay, I was

didn’t accept my answer, his brow furrowed.“You don’t believe me?”

do, I do!” I nodded rapidly.

like kissing,