Rosalie sighed, and when François released her, she cursed herself. Why did you compare him to Duncan? That was the worst thing to say to a man who was as close as he was. François looked at her, but Rosalie was surprised by what she saw. There was a darkness in those eyes, one that wasn’t there before. It was as if the night was rising in his eyes, and at the same time, it seemed that that man was about to cry. That didn’t make any sense to her. Rosalie swallowed it hard, tried to fix things. " I didn’t mean that you look like Duncan, not in that sense of..." " The way I touched it? " He was too direct. Her heart rate increased. Rosalie swallowed hard again and turned her back on him, her hand involuntarily went to her heart, as if she could make it beat slower. She heard his footsteps behind her, and suddenly his hands wrapped her up again. Wrapping her waist, her warmth invading her. In his ear, he whispered, " Dream about me tonight, Rosalie. " She held her breath

Duncan returned to Lecomte’s apartment. When the man lay in his bed, he remembered his daughter, doing everything to make him reveal himself. He sighed heavily, aware that it was not time to do that. How would you explain something that even he didn’t understand? What if she even suspected something was wrong, didn’t believe him and told Rosalie everything? If he were seen by his family as a crazy tax and decided to drive him away he would not stand... Duncan decided to change things. The lack Rosalie made was crushing him deeply, but she knew she would not let him get close to her while her heart was so clinging to the memory of her former self. She still saw and behaved as Duncan Valois' wife, not as his widow. He was in Lecomte’s body, he needed to conquer it. The man got up from the bed and walked to the desk, taking paper and pen, he began his plan. [...] When Rosalie crossed the living room, she dropped her purse on a small table and sat sighing. The woman took one o

The woman looked at the advertising in front of her, the marketing had done an excellent job in publicizing her new pieces. All the latest on the market. She was standing, partially sitting on her own desk behind her. In front of him, the picture with the marketing work, and Leonor was next to him. Rosalie had her hair tied back, and wore a dark coat. " When will this campaign be launched? " asked Leonor. The secretary replied promptly: " In a week’s time, ma'am." Rosalie did the math. Then the campaign of the new model of car parts of the Lecomte Group would come out earlier. " Get him out in two days. " she said. Leonor looked at her surprised, it was the same day that Lecomte’s campaign would come out. However, she would not miss launching at the country’s big car event. It was a great opportunity. " The Lecomte group will see this as a personal attack, the other companies do not launch their products on the same day as them." recalled the secretary. " I don’t care."

Everyone in the lobby watched the woman, who was not intimidated by the looks or even the cameras. Rosalie knew that was her intention, to put her through that embarrassment, to punish her daughter for not giving up her money. Rosalie felt a knot form in her throat, every step she took toward the woman who was her mother. When Agrippina saw her approaching she turned immediately to her, her frown was visible. Your brother was at your side, and Rosalie knew that plan was his. " Finally! The great CEO of the Empire group is here. See how I’m dressed, touch my face and see how sweaty and sick I am. That’s what you get after caring for a daughter all your life. After dedicating my best years to a daughter, that’s what I get! " Agrippina exclaimed. Rosalie looked into the woman’s eyes, and without a word, nodded to the security guards waiting for her orders. She turned her back and just listened as her mother and brother were dragged out of the building. Rosalie knew that would be

Rosalie clearly witnessed the inevitable unfolding of that situation. The kiss hovered in the air, as if it were destined to happen, and his heart began to beat wildly in his chest. A gasp escaped his lips, revealing his perplexity at what was about to unfold. As much as he tried to understand his own motivations, everything seemed to escape his grasp. The sight of the man leaning toward her made her shudder, not because she didn’t want that kiss, but because she desperately wanted it, and it terrified her. Without thinking twice, Rosalie raised her trembling hand and struck an audible slap against François' face. The sound of the impact reverberated in the air, plunging them into a sepulchral silence. The bright red on the side of the man’s face was visible evidence of the impulsive act he had just committed. She waited, tense, for the protest she hoped to receive in response. Uncertainty hovered in the air, as he did not know François well enough to predict his reactions, e