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Chapter 52: A Kiss of Apology

ผู้เขียน: Yhen Amor
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The drive from the hotel’s restaurant to Garette’s sub-firm office in London was a blur of rain-slicked motorways and heavy, thoughtful silence. Garette sat in the back of the sleek black town car, his laptop open on his knees, but his eyes were fixed on Dianthe. She was staring out the window, her hand—the one wearing the big wedding sized diamond—resting on the leather seat between them.

She had been a lioness in that garden party of Elena Vance and while in the restaurant rebutting at Sandra Belosh but now she looked like she was mourning something.

"You're remarkably quiet for a woman who just decimated a supermodel in front of the international press, and a tiger heiress," Garette said softly, reaching out to lace his fingers with hers.

"I didn't do it for the press or anyone else, Garette," she replied without turning her head. "I did it because they both tried to make me feel small. And I’m tired of people in your world thinking I don’t have a right to the air I breathe."

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    The silver key sat in the palm of Dianthe’s hand, cold and deceptively heavy. It didn't look like a standard house key; it was a bit bigger than ordinary keys. Just as her fingers brushed the folder underneath, she heard the floorboards in the hallway groan.She acted on instinct, sliding the key into the deep pocket of her robe and stepping away from the desk just as Garette appeared in the doorway.He wasn't wearing his usual armor of a three-piece suit. He was simply wearing his boxer shorts and white cotton shirt, his hair sleep-mussed, his eyes blinking against the study’s light. He looked human—vulnerable, even."Dianthe?" he asked, his voice thick with sleep. "It’s three in the morning. What are you doing in here?""I... I couldn't sleep," she said, her heart hammering against her ribs. She prayed he couldn't see the outline of the key through the silk of her robe. "The wind was rattling the shutters. I came down for some water and saw the light on."Garette walked toward her,

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  • The Playboy Attorney & His Arranged Wife   Chapter 52: A Kiss of Apology

    The drive from the hotel’s restaurant to Garette’s sub-firm office in London was a blur of rain-slicked motorways and heavy, thoughtful silence. Garette sat in the back of the sleek black town car, his laptop open on his knees, but his eyes were fixed on Dianthe. She was staring out the window, her hand—the one wearing the big wedding sized diamond—resting on the leather seat between them.She had been a lioness in that garden party of Elena Vance and while in the restaurant rebutting at Sandra Belosh but now she looked like she was mourning something."You're remarkably quiet for a woman who just decimated a supermodel in front of the international press, and a tiger heiress," Garette said softly, reaching out to lace his fingers with hers."I didn't do it for the press or anyone else, Garette," she replied without turning her head. "I did it because they both tried to make me feel small. And I’m tired of people in your world thinking I don’t have a right to the air I breathe."Garet

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    As the elevator door opened, Garette gently pulled Dianthe inside and as the door closed, he enclosed her in his arms. In a second his lips claimed hers in a possessive, excited manner.When they reached the floor of their booked suite room, Garette carried Dianthe in a bridal style from the elevator to their room.The click of the main door lock was the starting gun.Atty. Garette didn’t even wait to reach the bedroom. He pressed Dianthe against the mahogany door of the suite, his hands tangling in her hair, sending the pins from the garden party scattering across the floor. The scent of Elena Vance’s expensive catering and the suffocating high-society perfume was replaced by the intoxicating musk of Garette’s skin and the sweetness of the perfume on Dianthe’s smooth skin."I’ve been wanting to do that since the moment we stepped onto that lawn," Garette growled, his lips grazing the sensitive skin of her throat.Dianthe arched her back, her hands frantic as she clawed at his silk ti

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    The air in the suite was brittle. Dianthe stood before the full-length mirror, staring at her reflection. She wasn't the girl from the ranch today. She wasn't the nurse in scrubs. She reached into her jewelry case and pulled out the diamond ring Garette had bought her—the one she had called a "shackle." She put it there before she took a shower. She slid it onto her finger, the stone catching the cold Cambridge light like a weapon.Garette watched her from the doorway, his eyes dark and unreadable. He had seen her handle medical emergencies with ice in her veins, but he had never seen her look like this—composed, sharp, and dangerous."You don't have to do this, Dianthe," he said, though his voice betrayed his pride. "I can have security clear the garden.""No," Dianthe said, turning to face him. She smoothed the skirt of her tailored, deep-red dress. "You said it’s a war. In my village, when a predator comes to your door, you don't hide in the cellar. You show them that the house is

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