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CHAPTER 12 — CHATRINE JEALOUS Olivia was left standing there in stunned silence. She could only watch Liam’s retreating figure disappear beside an extraordinarily beautiful blonde woman. A bitter ache rose quietly inside her, no matter how hard she tried to push it away. Apparently, her heart still hurt, even if she had never wanted to admit it. Chatrine gave no room for explanations. She strode forward and grabbed Liam by the arm, dragging him away as though he already belonged to her. Liam chose to follow because he was not the kind of man who argued with women, especially not in public. Yet somehow, Chatrine Madison possessed a remarkable talent for getting under his skin. The moment they stepped into Liam’s pickup cabin, the door slammed shut with a violent bang that nearly rattled the windows. Silence instantly flooded the cramped space. Only their breathing remained, fast, heavy, trembling with anger on the verge of eruption. “What the hell was that?” Liam finally snapped, h

CHAPTER 13 — DINNER TOGETHER Chatrine stepped inside with effortless confidence. The soft click of her heels echoed against the floor, every movement still carrying the elegance of a Chanel runway model, despite the fact that she wore nothing more than one of Eva’s simple dresses. Before Liam could say anything, a cheerful voice rang out from the living room. “Chatrine! You actually came!” Liam’s mother appeared immediately, her face glowing with delight as she clasped Chatrine’s hands warmly. Isabel Conelli was an old-fashioned local housewife shaped by the customs of half a century ago. Slightly outdated, perhaps, but endlessly energetic with a charming touch of harmless absurdity. “Oh, I thought you’d forgotten my dinner invitation,” Isabel exclaimed brightly. “That would be impossible, Auntie,” Chatrine replied with a warm, graceful smile. She had always known how to adjust herself to the people around her. Her voice carried the polished gentleness of a princess greeting a

CHAPTER 15 A STRONGER WOMAN. Liam had already kissed Chatrine hard several times, and she had never refused. He should have known what he wanted by now. The kitchen was still dark, lit only by the faint glow of a candle. The lingering scent of soup mixed with the smell of dish soap drying on the sink. The ticking wall clock sounded unusually clear, marking the tension growing between them. Liam leaned closer and whispered, his voice low near her ear. “We could move to another room if you want to continue.” But when Liam became serious, Chatrine suddenly felt nervous. Her lips parted, yet no words came out. Her body stiffened, even though minutes ago she had not resisted his kisses at all. “I’ll give you what you want.” That sentence made Chatrine’s mind go blank. For a moment, she was confused. Had she really come all the way here because she wanted something physical? Because she was drawn to a man who challenged her curiosity? “I don’t just want that,” Chatrine said

CHAPTER 17 — JEALOUSY The morning was still young. Thin traces of dew clung to the gallery windows, but Olivia was already standing there waiting. Her face looked exhausted, like someone who had not slept all night. The moment Liam’s truck rolled into the gallery parking lot, Chatrine glanced sideways at him, a faint meaningful smile touching her lips. “She’s looking for you,” she said coldly, the short sentence sharp as a blade. Liam turned off the engine and drew a slow breath, but he chose silence instead. His eyes remained fixed ahead, thoughtful. Chatrine studied him briefly before adding in a crisp tone, “I’ll give you fifteen minutes. We still need to discuss the gallery development plans.” Without waiting for an answer, she opened the door and stepped out first. The heels of her stilettos struck the concrete with calm precision as she walked confidently across the parking area. Olivia immediately froze. Her eyes widened the instant she saw Chatrine emerge from Liam’s

CHAPTER 19 — LIAM’S HOT-HEADED CARELESSNESS The atmosphere inside the gallery warehouse grew hotter by the minute. Not because of the machines or the sunlight pouring through the high windows, but because Liam’s voice kept exploding every other minute. “That nail is crooked again! Are you blind?!” he barked sharply. “Don’t drag the boxes like that! If they get damaged, who’s paying for it, huh?!” “You! Lift it with both hands, not one! Good Lord, this feels like supervising kindergarten children!” The workers exchanged miserable glances. Cold sweat mixed with irritation beneath the heavy smell of wood dust and varnish. Their boss had always been a perfectionist, but today Liam seemed like a ticking bomb ready to explode over mistakes smaller than dust settling on cardboard. From the corner of the warehouse, Marko watched quietly. His gaze remained sharp, though a sly smile tugged at his lips. He had suspected something strange about Liam ever since the man arrived that morning