Chapter 212

“You’ve put on some weight, its nice, Rhett whispered as he wrapped his arms around Kristin from behind, watching her arrange a bouquet of flowers.

Kristin’s body tensed under his touch, her discomfort palpable.

“Ouch.” Rhett reached for a rose on the table, not noticing the thorn until it pricked his finger, leaving a small bead of blood.

Kristin’s hands flew to his finger, her eyes wide and worried as she looked up at him.

“Kristin,” he said softly, their faces inches apart, the air charged with unspoken tension.

“Mmm…” Kristin murmured, avoiding his gaze as she tried to remove the thorns from the rose.

“The red rose withstands the wind and harsh weather far better than the white,” Rhett said, taking the rose from her. “Roses are meant to have thorns; getting pricked isn’t their fault.”

Kristin looked up at him, her eyes fluttering.

Rhett sighed and leaned in to kiss her.

The scoundrels who had hurt Kristin had left her wary and scarred, but he knew it would take patience and

tender care to heal her.

There was no need to hurry; time was their ally. And as for those who had screwed over Kristin, they’d get what’s coming to them–because payback’s a bitch.

Kristin’s breathing quickened, her cheeks flushed as Rhett pulled her into his embrace, backing her into the bathroom.

His kiss was fiery yet soothing.

She felt dizzy, as if she were truly succumbing to him. She knew she was done for.

Caught in Rhett’s gentle trap, she was too deep to escape–even knowing it was a trap.

“Kris…” Rhett’s voice was husky, his words simple but meant to comfort her.

His fingers trailed down her spine as he whispered in her ear, “Will you let go complet

Trust, dependency, and responsibility–will she put them all in his hands.

Kristin’s rigid body slowly relaxed, trapped between Rhett and the wall as he stripped away her clothes.

“Summer…” she stammered, her voice shaky.

st me?”

“Our son’s a good boy. He won’t come downstairs to disturb us,” Rhett chuckled lightly.

just ate… I should…”

for digestion,” Rhett replied with a wry look,

her back against the cold tiled wall, she instinctively sought the warmth of

raised an eyebrow at her forwardness and decided not

tinged with fear as she reverted to

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grip on her waist,

he asked, voice laced with

ran down her spine, as if a siren

was so irresistible.

come off as lustful, but

teased, nipping at her neck when she

cried out, “Rhett…”

right,” he said, continuing his

her body trembling, “Rhett…”

right,” he insisted.

on him, relying on his strength

the cold sensation making her

show you earlier?” he pressed, wanting that particular term of endearment.

stubborn, crying but

at a loss. “Were you a spy in your past life? So

into his embrace,

“I’m sorry, don’t cry, I won’t

Kristin sobbed harder, knowing his words didn’t match his actions.

Rhett hushed her, just as

his expression darkening–who could be so inconsiderate to interrupt at such

might as well be signing his own death warrant – unless it was

looked anxiously at Rhett, wanting to get down, but Rhett wouldn’t let her

back.”

He was pleading.

was bewitched, no longer resisting. “But someone is

an’t hold

they can wait… but if we stop now, I might just

flushed, her voice desperate. “Then, then

I too slow for you?”

doorbell indicated

was terrified–what if it was an emergency?

however, was unbothered, though

passed, the doorbell a

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