Chapter 7: The Rare Good Man

The night was enchanting. As Elaine gazed at the handsome face so close to her, she momentarily lost focus. Her heart suddenly ached, and a fleeting shadow of gloom passed through her eyes. She raised her hand, intending to slap that face, but her gaze caught a figure approaching, tinted in red. She hesitated and gently lowered her hand.

The man's lips curved, and his deep, mesmerizing kiss drew closer. His towering figure leaned forward, supporting himself on the back of the chair, effortlessly trapping the woman in the narrow space between his body and the seat. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Elaine reluctantly endured the man's deep kiss. Wanting to create some distance, she tried to lean back. The more she moved, the more displeased the man became. His large hand grabbed her slender shoulder, imprisoning her within his embrace, and his heavy breathing carried a scorching passion.

"No hiding!" he growled.

Elaine froze. In an instant, she opened her eyes and looked at the man, who seem