All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Salome’s POV“Is something bothering you?”The question left my lips before I could think better of it. I set my water glass on the table and watched Jeremiah. His expression shifted into something heavy, making the air in the room feel tight.He dropped his silverware. The clatter of the metal against the plate sounded like a punctuation mark. “I am disappointed in my own behavior,” he said. He didn’t look away. “I shouldn’t have tried to kiss you earlier. It was out of line, but I let my own wants get ahead of what was right. I was being selfish.”My heart did a strange little flip. I didn’t expect him to be so blunt. Most men I knew would never admit to a lapse in judgment like that.“You aren’t selfish, Jeremiah,” I said. I felt the heat rising in my neck and face. “If anything, it’s on me. I haven’t exactly been clear with my signals. Besides, you’re still a better man than almost anyone else I’ve met.”I tried to keep my tone light. I wanted to see him smile or at least relax his

Salome’s POV“Are you even listening to me, or are you just staring?”Jeremiah’s voice cut through the fog in my head. I realized I was frozen. My heart was hammered against my ribs, and my skin felt like it was on fire. It had been way too long since I let a man get this close to me. Jeremiah wasn't just any man, though. The air between us felt heavy, like the moments right before a massive summer storm breaks. One touch from him could probably level this entire hotel.He didn't wait for me to find my words. He reached out and brushed his fingers against my shoulder. A sharp jolt of heat raced down my back. My legs turned to water, and I actually stumbled.“Are you okay?” he asked. His voice was low and rough.I forced myself to snap out of it. I took a quick step back, putting distance between us. My chest felt tight as I tried to get my breathing under control. Jeremiah let his hand drop to his side. He looked surprised, like he wasn't used to women jumping away from him.“I’m fine,

Salome’s POV“You need to get out of here right now,” Jeremiah said, his voice dropping to a rough, low warning.He pulled back so suddenly that the cold air felt like a slap. A second ago, his face was inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and I was certain he was going to kiss me. My heart was thumping against my ribs like a trapped bird. Now, he was looking at me with a strange, dark intensity that made my skin prickle.I blinked, trying to clear the haze from my brain. “What? Why are you acting like this?”Jeremiah didn’t look at me. He stared at the door instead. He looked tense, like a predator sensing something in the brush. “If you stay another minute, I’m not going to let you walk out that door. And trust me, you want to leave before the next knock comes.”I stood up, my legs feeling a little shaky. The romantic tension vanished, replaced by a cold knot of realization in my gut. I looked at the expensive bottle of wine sitting on the table. “The bet. You d

Salome’s POV"You promise you’ll get him away from there? Any way you can?""I said I would, Salome. Stop pacing and breathe. I have this under control."I pulled the phone away from my ear, staring at the screen until the call ended. My chest felt tight. If Barnabas was waiting at Jeremiah’s place to pick a fight, this night would end in disaster. Jeremiah could handle himself, but Barnabas did not fight with rules. He fought to destroy. If he dragged Jeremiah into his mess because of me, I would never forgive myself.I forced myself to move. I reached into the store cooler, my hand closing around a cold plastic water bottle. My palms were slick with sweat. I needed a reason to be gone for ten minutes, something that looked normal. I grabbed a basket and started tossing items into it. Bread. Chips. A candy bar. Anything to justify the time I spent talking to Clementine. I did not even look at the prices or the labels.I paid the cashier, my hands shaking as I swiped my card. The total

Elena’s POV"Why are we stopping here?" I whispered, my voice barely audible over the rustling bamboo.Jeremiah didn't answer. He gripped my wrist and pulled me behind the thick trunk of an oak tree. I stumbled, my boots catching on a root, and I went down. Before I could hit the dirt, his hands latched onto my hips. He hauled me up against him, steadying me with a strength that felt like solid steel.The air between us shifted. I was pressed flat against his chest. His heart hammered against my ribs, a fast, frantic rhythm that matched my own. The scent of woodsmoke and damp earth clung to him, sharp and intoxicating. I looked up. His eyes were dark, almost black in the shadows, and they were locked on my mouth.He took a slow breath. I watched his throat move, the muscles in his neck tightening. A strange, primal heat pooled in my stomach. The whiskey I had finished earlier burned in my chest, making my head feel light and my boundaries disappear. I wanted to lean in. I wanted to pre