Semua Bab His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy : Bab 11 - Bab 20

LioraI slipped out of my dress completely, then reached up to undo the band holding my hair in place.After that, I stepped into the shower and turned on the water. It hit my skin with a rush, warm and steady. I leaned my forehead against the tiled wall, letting the spray wash over me as my thoughts drifted, of course they did, back to the elevator.I hadn’t even known I could get that scared. It was like all the walls I built around myself just cracked open in one go.And worse? I had to fall apart right in front of that damn asshole.I gritted my teeth.God.This is just so annoying. And the only thing I was glad about right now was the fact that I hadn’t worn makeup today. At least I didn’t have to scrub anything off, except to just let the water keep running over me until I felt… not okay exactly, but better. And that's exactly what I did. Eventually, I turned off the shower.I grabbed the towel I’d brought in with me and dried myself off, then slipped into my pajamas. I’d made

Tristan “No need,” I said, grabbing my keys. “I’ll go myself.”I was just about to walk past Dante when he said, “Just a minute before you go, sir.”I paused and turned back to look at him.He quickly tapped a few things on the tablet in his hand, then held it out to me. “Take a look at this, sir.”Honestly, I was in a rush to get to the airport, but Dante knows me too well to not stop me unless it was something important. So I took the tablet and glanced at the screen.Only to see it was something I’d already noticed myself.I let out a small hum and handed it back to him as I turned to leave.“But boss,” Dante said, his tone more serious now, “if we don’t act quickly, this could really throw things off balance.”I gave him a calm smile. “I know. I'm making plans for it. And less I forgot, contact doctor Dexter and learn how things are going so far with finding the perfect match for the transplant.”With that, I turned and headed out of the office.I headed straight to the airport,

Tristan I grabbed her without warning, dragging her back onto my lap, and before she could spit out another insult, I crashed my mouth onto hers. She froze. I mean completely froze as her body went rigid in my arms, breath caught in her throat. I didn’t stop what I started, instead, I deepened the kiss, my mouth rough against hers, demanding, relentless. I slid my tongue along her lips, tasting her shock and her anger and it only made me want more. She wasn’t kissing me back. But she wasn’t pulling away either. I sucked on her lower lip, slow and deliberate, and felt the moment her fingers twitched against my chest. Her hands pushed weakly, like she couldn’t quite remember how to fight. Like her brain hadn’t caught up with what was happening. And then, just for a second, she melted. Her lips moved with mine. Tentative. Confused. Her breath hitched and she made this tiny sound, like a gasp and a curse tangled together. I didn’t let up. I kissed her like I meant to burn

LioraWhen Helen said “lunch,” I’d pictured something quiet and simple.But instead… who knows I would be seated across from him? I didn’t realize it right away given that I'd followed Helen mainly due to my own personal reasons, so I didn't put it into thought that he'll be here. He was already eating, calm as ever, and if it wasn't for the handprints against his cheeks, no one would believe he was the same person who'd done those annoying things a few hours ago.So I held myself still, spine straight, and walked to the table, drew a seat out and settled myself into the seat, my fingers lightly resting on the edge of the table.I didn’t speak. Neither did he.Helen, cheerfully oblivious, or willfully ignoring the tension began placing a plate in front of me. She moved with care, even setting out a small plate of snacks I hadn’t asked for in front of me. I offered her a brief, polite smile. Something in my eyes must have made her hesitate for a second, but she said nothing.“Eat,

Liora “Do you still remember when I first came to the company?” Jasmine asked, a small, almost shy smile playing on her lips. I looked at her, caught a little off guard by the question. Then I let out a soft breath, leaning back slightly. “Yeah,” I said, my voice gentler than I expected. “You came in as an intern.” She laughed under her breath, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “God, I was so nervous I could barely remember my own name.” That day only happens to be one of the few I had clung unto Tristan to take me to the company, after all, father's so strict about the company, and he was grooming him for it, looking back now, I wasn't really interested in the position, in fact, I'd thought Tristan will look good as the group director someday. I chuckled at that, the memory surfacing like a ripple in still water. I remember her clutching that folder like it was her lifeline. She had even introduced herself twice to the same person. She groaned, covering her