The Rise of a Master: It Starts With Rejection

Chapter 693

At that moment, the kind of temptation no man could resist was fully unveiled.

It was especially so when Zara revealed her breathtaking, flawless face. It was simply beauty at its absolute peak. Her delicate hand lifted slightly, and the smooth curve of her shoulder began to show.

Felix was caught completely off guard. He hadn't anticipated Zara breaking her word so abruptly, let alone launching such a powerful move without a single warning.

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His hands trembled violently as he tried to summon a burst of energy or a forceful wave to

knock her unconscious.

However, his body wouldn't respond. Some deep, primal urge in his mind held him back, preventing him from taking decisive action. And in the depths of his consciousness, the memories of their intimate dream became even more vivid. "Am I beautiful? Don't you want to have me-truly have me?"

Zara stepped closer to Felix, and with each step, a captivating fragrance grew stronger. It wasn't just a scent that filled his nose. It seemed to reach his very soul, pulling him toward

her.

fought with

dream, you were lost in desire. Now, it's right here, within reach. Don't you

were filled with soft, liquid

the charms of a beautiful woman", might seem like a cliché to some. But only those who had

on his self-control. He had resisted the playful advances of his nine fellow apprentices and kept his composure even around

met.

struck at the

happened. As their hands touched, Zara's expression turned shy. It was an expression so tender it

hold back any longer. The inner battle was over. Whether reason had triumphed over impulse or impulse had crushed reason, he couldn't tell. All

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soft breeze swept through, and the two of them vanished from the living

instant.

that something was wrong, Silas rushed in, only to be struck by a massive wave of energy. It sent him flying backward, slamming hard against the wall. Before he could react, the door slammed shut again. "This is a disaster!

his face. He wasn't sure if it

happened, and a storm of conflicting emotions flickered across his face. Then, he noticed a note on the bedside table. Grabbing it in haste,

YOUT NO

But please trust me, my dear husband. I will fully suppress it within a year at most or as soon as three months. By then, I'll still be the Zara you know." Though the note gave