Chapter 36 Fake Tears

#Finished

The man’s expression remained unchanged, his voice lm yet bold. “Since you seem so earnest, I’ll give you this one opportunity.” “Since you seem so earnest, I give you this one opportunity.”

Charmaine froze, her thoughts racing.

Seriously? You haven’t even glanced at me!

She grumbled under her breath, her irritation evident, but she crouched down and started undoing his buttons anyway.

Emyr sat still, allowing her to work. His eyes finally flickered toward her, studying her for the first time.

Her lashes framed her downcast eyes, long and curled, concealing whatever emotions might have been there. A small red mark on her cheek drew his attention.

As she puffed her cheeks in frustration, the mark moved with her subtle motions, adding an unexpected liveliness to her face.

It amused him to see her so annoyed.

But his amusement was fleeting.

ས་མོ་ང་བའ་ད་ར་ན་རང་ད་ང་འ་ན་

Emyr was not the type to enjoy physical contact, least of all from others–and even less so from women.

Her fingertips grazed his skin, so light it felt almost unreal, yet it stirred a sensation he couldn’t shake.

It sent an unwelcome jolt through him, bringing memories he had buried long ago.

Someone else had once been this close to him, but he refused to linger on the thought.

When Charmaine finally slid the shirt off his shoulders, her movements slowed. Her gaze locked on the tattoo sprawled across his chest–a fierce depiction of a mythical figure.

The figure looked almost alive, its intense presence meant to intimidate anyone who dared stare for too long.

stop there. She noticed the pendant hanging just below his

moment, Charmaine

let out a low, sardonic laugh. “What? Does it scare

she retorted, snapping out of her trance. “Why would it

replacing her initial surprise. “I’m just wondering why someone like you–you know, practically a supervillain–wears a pendant.

leaned in closer, her curiosity undeterred. “Let me guess. Someone important gave it to you? It doesn’t even fit

met his for a split second, and

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her

spell, he pushed her back.

Finished

“this is not something you should concern yourself with, Don’t let your imagination run wild.”

stepping toward

pry. Once your leg’s better, I’ll vanish like the obedient little assistant you

carried just enough defiance to make him

grated on him. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why, but it left him

hum of machines and the faint sound of Leah’s breathing.

in the emergency ward, she had finally been transferred.

of worry and restrained frustration. On the other

news broke.

cherished daughter of the Nelson family, a life

into chaos with

become

not intervened, the damage

broke the tense silence, barely above

carried on trembling sobs.

and Sophie–moved closer to her bed. But when their eyes met, Bennett

didn’t pause. She reached out, taking Leah’s hand in hers.

was still the girl Olympia had raised for 18

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