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.

I should…” Kristin protested weakly.

with a wry

she instinctively sought the warmth of Rhett’s body.

at her forwardness and decided not to

FitzGerald…” she began, her voice tinged with fear

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grip on her waist, coaxing a

he asked, voice

as if a siren was stealing her soul.

was so irresistible.

off as lustful, but

Rhett teased, nipping at her neck

cried out,

said, continuing his gentle

her body

not right,”

left to retreat, she hung on him, relying on his strength to keep her from slipping.

the cold sensation making

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

was stubborn, crying

“Were you a spy in your past

Kristin leaned into his embrace,

himself. “I’m sorry, don’t cry,

sobbed harder, knowing his words

just as the doorbell rang outside.

his expression darkening–who could be so

well be signing his own death warrant – unless it was

get down, but Rhett wouldn’t let her go.

back.”

He was pleading.

bewitched, no longer resisting. “But someone

an’t hold

stop now, I might just

her voice

for

doorbell indicated the visitor’s

if it was

unbothered, though plotting York’s demise.

doorbell a relentless soundtrack.

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