Chapter 15

Victoria's voice was raw and broken, and McNeil didn't even have the courage to look back at her as he left the room.

When he returned, he was carrying a mug of warm milk.

Victoria ignored him. Once she made up her mind, nothing could sway her.

No gesture of his could move her now.

"Victoria, Violet's life has been saved. Once she's back on her feet, I'll talk to her about everything-slowly, I promise."

He sounded as if he was offering her a solemn vow, but Victoria was unmoved.

She felt the blanket lift as McNeil climbed into bed and wrapped his arms tightly around her from behind.

His body radiated warmth, like a fireplace pressed close against her back in the middle of winter.

Wave after wave of heat rolled over her, but Victoria still didn't respond.

His lips brushed closer, moving to her ear, his breath warm against her skin, grazing her cheek. They were so close, and in that moment, all those feverish memories came rushing back to Victoria like ghosts she couldn't escape.

"When she's recovered, I'll cut ties with her. I'll always be your husband-your only man. I swear it."

her gently,

hand touched her face,

she started

wife these past weeks, and the guilt only made him

from her skin, searching for hesitation, for

of the tall window, their entwined bodies appeared as a hazy

to face him, and

sleep with her?

deep and shadowed, his gaze almost impossible to

know-after every night he spent with her, did he rush off to Violet just as

find all

could reply,

He pulled

left alone in the cold space, hearing McNeil's low voice.

Always

want to imagine what

come back. Ms. Marchand is coughing up blood." It

immediately. Victoria felt cold, all the

in trouble. I have

back at

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