Chapter 7 Kristopher slipped his hand beneath the folds of Sandra’s bathrobe, his touch tracing the curve of her skin, as smooth and delicate as silk.

He encircled her slender waist, drawing her closer with a gentle yet firm grip.

Her face, a captivating canvas of defiance and visible irritation, ignited in him an uncontrollable urge to claim victory over her resistance.

His breathing grew heavy, yet he remained composed, slowly removing his tailored suit.

The fabric of his suit brushed lightly against Sandra’s cheek, releasing a mix of scents: a familiar woody aroma intertwined with an unexpected zesty twist of lemon.

It was unmistakably Jo Malone’s Blue Agava and Cacao-Elijah’s signature scent.

A surge of nausea overwhelmed Sandra at the realization.

eyes, now shaded with a stormy intensity, drew nearer to hers,

churned violently, and with a sudden movement, she pushed him away, propping

“Ugh…”

empty all day, leaving her

gaze flickered out, replaced by a

of Sandra’s eyes, Kristopher perceived her reaction for outright disgust at

his shirt cuffs, his voice

this reaction reserved only for me, or is it

the room

her eyes widening in shock as she

she had cut ties with nearly all her male friends, yet here was Kristopher, casually tossing out comments sharp

poured into their relationship now

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