smooth halt beneath the grand portic
orward with massive black umbrellas, shiel
lla sat wrapped snugly in Cha
r ankle. She leaned her head against Chas's broad shoul
," Anabella murmured, gazing up th
eyes, the nightmares come back. I keep seeing th
complet
s fixed on his own crisp white shirt collar. There, stark and
shed onto him when she had
d her slender neck, letting the sweet scent of vanilla perfume wash over him. Her
han an inch apart, Chas's p
the pit of his stomach. It was an uncontrollable, instin
ision, Chas jerk
naged to graze the cold, rig
e luxury cabin fr
sh of deep humiliation and rage
from me?" she whispered, her
need rest," Chas said, checking his Vacheron Constantin watc
nagement. A private medical team and a dedicated
linical detachment, lifted
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the cashmere coat, she dug her nails into the tender brui
e," she whispered softly, playing the underst
n through the gilded brass revolving doors. Chas didn
icked shut, the icy composure on
chest heaving as if he were suffocating. The dark drop of bloo
ordered, his voice raw and
sion radiating from his boss. He gave a sharp nod to the chauffeur. The Maybach's twi
hone with trembling fingers and tapp
ted operator ch
to reach is currently bus
rossed Chas's face. He
d the same cold, p
trying to reach has re
d bloc
y, unequivocally blo
he spoke to her, Gracie had always answered his call within three seconds. Her quiet, g
cked him out withou
lamming his fist hard into
ystal perfume diffuser rattl
rror, seeing the bloodshot veins s
I contact the private security team at the
laced with venom, though the frantic hammering of his pulse betrayed his mounting pan
, his mind replayed the scene in the under
dirty rainwater, her burned arm dripping blo
rotting corpse. No warmth. No tears. No
awed at his throat far more brutally than the grief h
eather privacy partition aside, shouting at
vely through the storm while the heavy wipers slashe
y across the crushed gravel driveway of Hamilton Manor
ome to a complete stop, C
ing rain soak through his tailored charcoal suit as
eavy oak doors with
ve for the rhythmic, hollow tickin
he side corridor in his flannel dressing gown,
u back so late i
t, his voice trembling with a terrifying blend o

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