When She Rose From the Ashes

Chapter 122 His Little Secret

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Baron bent close, voice low at her ear, carrying the hint of a grievance. “I thought when you asked me that night if I wanted to sleep with you, it was because you recognized me.”

Natalie’s cheeks burned hotter than fire. Did this man forget there were still children in the

house?

She pinched the soft flesh at his waist with a sharp twist.

Baron finally let her go, though his face was full of wounded reluctance. “You forgot me, slept with me, and now you’re abusing me? Am I your poor little wife now?”

Natalie’s eyes went wide. She clapped a hand over his mouth, then glanced behind her–only to see the children had been whisked out by Shauna.

Her breath left her in relief. Thank goodness. At least she hadn’t embarrassed herself in front of them.

But Baron caught her hand again, eyes shining with mischief, his voice dripping with pitiful complaint. “Natalie, don’t tell me you’re going to pull your pants back up and pretend not to know me. If you dare forget me this time, I swear I’ll–mmph-”

She silenced him with her palm once more, gritting her teeth. “Will you shut up already?”

Something about him felt completely different–like the ruthless man had been swapped for a shameless rogue.

Outside the door, Shauna and the children were eavesdropping, eyes

wide.

Susie tugged on Shauna’s sleeve, whispering with innocent curiosity, “Shauna, what does pulling your pants back up and pretending not to know someone mean?”

nearly tripped over

Natalie heard every word loud and

“Shauna!”

one child under each arm, vanishing down

to bury herself six feet

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hiding her flushed face. “Just

low. “Your stitches just came out. Don’t

through the blanket, tinged with shy anger–so unlike the hollow shell she’d been

this

scooped her up quilt and all, murmuring at her ear, “I’m not going anywhere. I waited too long for you to come back to me. You’ll have to kill me to

His scent

down first,” she

refused with the petulance of

exasperated. This was supposed to be the black–hearted king of the

“Baron, you’re hurting me.”

panic flashing in his eyes. “Where? Tell me where it

reached for her blanket, but she shoved him back

Just stand there. I want to

had a proper look

recognized the bluff, but let it

to take a

“No.”

selfies, studying the

reborn.