All Chapters of Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you pulled out that chair, didn’t you?” I whispered, fixing Clementine with a sharp look.Clementine just blinked, her expression a mask of manufactured innocence as she slid into her own seat. Beside me, the space felt too small. I had spent the last twenty minutes hiding in the kitchen, scrubbing pans that were already clean, just to avoid sitting next to Jeremiah. Now, trapped between him and the end of the table, my skin hummed. I could feel the heat radiating from his shoulder, a physical weight that made my pulse jump.I kept my eyes locked on the table. Beside me, Jeremiah remained silent. He didn’t reach out, didn’t brush against me, and didn’t use that nickname that had set my nerves on fire in the car. Maybe he was finally reading the room. I focused on the steam rising from the lobster mashed potatoes, grateful for the distraction as everyone began to serve themselves.“So,” Clementine said, her voice cutting through the clatter of

Salome’s POV“Is the heat bothering you, or is it just the company?”Aiden wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, his skin slick with sweat. He grabbed his water glass, pushed open the sliding glass door, and stepped onto the balcony. The wind rushed into the room, cool and sharp, but it did little to dissipate the tension clinging to the air inside.Richard finished his second bowl of stew, stood up, and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He followed Aiden outside. Both men had unbuttoned their shirts halfway, leaving their chests exposed to the night air. I sat at the table, my throat tight. I watched the way their muscles bunched and shifted under their skin. Richard had the thick, dense build of a man trained for protection, but Aiden was surprisingly solid, matching him almost inch for inch.“My brother is obsessed with showing off,” Clementine said. She rolled her eyes, but her gaze lingered on Richard. She thought she was being subtle, but I saw her eyes trace the line of hi

Salome’s POV“You’re telling me you just happened to have an allergic reaction exactly where he touched you?”Clementine stood by the kitchen island with her arms tight against her chest. Her eyes were sharp, scanning my face for a crack in my story. I shifted my weight, trying to find a comfortable spot on the hardwood floor, but my feet felt heavy. I wanted to tell her that I liked dressing up for my own benefit, that I didn’t need a man to justify a nice dress, but I knew she would just turn that into another reason to tease me.“It’s a new brand of detergent,” I said, hoping my voice sounded flat enough to be believable. “I guess my skin is sensitive.”Clementine leaned forward. Her eyes went wide, then narrowed. She didn’t look at my face anymore. She stared straight at my neck. A cold knot formed in my stomach as I remembered the long hours at the office. The concealer I had applied that morning had definitely faded.“Holy shit,” she whispered. Her voice sounded like a serpent. “

Salome’s POV“You do not need to say sorry, because I was happy just sitting there watching you breathe,” he said, his arms pulling me tighter against his chest.I felt my stomach flip. He grinned, a slow, lazy movement that made my skin heat up.“It is my fault you are tired anyway,” he added, his voice dropping an octave. “I kept you up way too late last night.”My face burned. I grabbed the car door handle and shoved it open, desperate for fresh air and an excuse to look anywhere but at him. My legs felt shaky as I stepped onto the pavement. Before I could stumble, he was there, his hand firm and warm against my waist as he guided me toward the apartment entrance.The night air bit at my skin. I shivered, and a second later, his weight vanished from my side. He pulled his jacket off and draped it over my shoulders. The fabric carried his scent, something clean and sharp that made my head spin.“Thanks,” I mumbled, keeping my gaze on the concrete.My eyes felt heavy. All I wanted was

Salome’s POV“I already told you that,” Jeremiah muttered. He leaned against the hallway wall, his jaw tight.I looked at him, then back toward the door. My temper was starting to simmer. I was mostly frustrated with my ex husband. His lack of care was putting all of us in a bad spot. “Neither of you is making this any easier,” I said.Nora had been sitting quietly in a plastic chair near the corner. The second she saw the phone go back into my pocket, she moved. She lunged toward Jeremiah and wrapped her arms around his waist in a sudden, tight hug.“I finally found you,” she cried out. Her voice was muffled against his coat. “I knew I had a brother who would look after me.”Jeremiah didn’t hug her back. He looked stiff, like he was made of stone. He reached down and gently tried to unstick her hands from his waist, stepping back to create some distance. I saw the look of panic in his eyes and moved in. I stepped between them, putting my body in front of Jeremiah like a shield while I