Todos los capítulos de Signed, Sealed, I’m Rich: The Rejected Luna’s Multi-Billion : Capítulo 311 - Capítulo 320

Salome POV"Get in the front, Salome, before you ruin that ankle completely."Jeremiah gripped the edge of my car door. His knuckles were white against the metal."I can drive my own car home," I said.My heel scraped against the tarmac of the car park. A sharp flare of heat shot straight up my leg.Jeremiah did not move. He blocked the driver's side completely."You cannot even press the petrol pedal," he said.His eyes narrowed as he looked down at my swollen foot."Benedict will take my vehicle," Jeremiah said. "I am driving yours."I looked past his shoulder.At the far edge of the empty car park, a black saloon car sat with its engine idling.Gideon was behind the wheel. I knew that silhouette anywhere.He was watching us. He was tracking me for Barnabas."Fine," I muttered.Jeremiah stepped closer. His chest almost brushed my shoulder.He reached down and caught my waist to lift me toward the passenger side.His palms were hot through my thin top.My stomach twisted. It was a sud

Salome POV"Are you planning on staring at my back all night, or are you going to help me choose?"Jeremiah did not turn around. He stood by the kitchen counter, the fabric of his shirt straining against the wide expanse of his shoulders. His upper arms flexed as he shifted a weight.He was too big for this flat.My ex-husband Barnabas never filled a room like this. Barnabas could barely lift the moving boxes when we signed our lease, let alone carry me across a threshold without stumbling."I am not staring," I said.My voice sounded thin. The lie tasted like copper on my tongue.Jeremiah turned, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. He took three long strides toward the sofa, stopping just close enough for the heat of his body to hit my face. He snapped his fingers twice, right in front of my nose."Earth to Salome," he chuckled, his voice dropping into that low, raspy register that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Anybody home in there?"I looked down at my ow

Salome POV"Are you going to just stand there, or are you actually going to help me?" I asked.My voice sounded thinner than I wanted.Jeremiah stopped near the bathroom door.His boots clicked against the cold white tiles."You look like you want to run away," he said."I do not run away," I countered.I tightened my fingers around the grips of my crutches.The grey rubber tips slipped two inches on the wet floor.My balance wobbled.Jeremiah lunged forward.His large hands caught my waist before my bad foot hit the deck."Careful," he muttered.His grip was hot through the thin fabric of my dress."I am fine," I lied.I looked straight at his throat.His pulse beat hard against his collar."You are shaking, Salome," he said."It is cold in here," I said."The heating is on max," he replied.He did not let go of my waist.His thumbs pressed into my hip bones."I want to take a bath," I whispered.His eyes dropped to my mouth."Now?" he asked."Yes," I said. "But I cannot get into the

Salome POV"Get back inside the room."My voice shook. I gripped the wood of the door frame until my knuckles turned white.Jeremiah did not move. He stood in the open doorway of my bedroom. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar."We discussed this less than sixty seconds ago," I said.I shoved my palms against his chest. His muscles did not yield. He felt like stone under my fingers.Jeremiah looked down at my hands. A small muscle ticked in his jaw."Are you ashamed of me, Salome?"The question was quiet. It carried a dangerous weight."You know that is not it," I said."Then let me walk out there with you," he said."No," I said. "We agreed to this last night. We are taking this slow."He took one slow step forward. My back hit the narrow corridor wall."I remember agreeing to make you my girlfriend," Jeremiah whispered. "I do not remember agreeing to be your dirty little secret."My pulse hammered in my throat. I could feel the heat radiating off his skin."It has been twelve hour

Maya POV "You two look absolutely exhausted," Clem said, her boots clicking against the kitchen tiles. She set a glass dish wrapped in tin foil onto the counter. Jeremiah did not look up from his plate. He shifted his weight, his thigh pressing hard against mine under the small wooden table. "We woke up late," Jeremiah said. His voice was too deep for the morning. He wrapped his fingers around mine, locking our hands together right in front of her. Clem looked down at our laced fingers. Her eyes narrowed. "Clearly," Clem said. "I can see the marks on her neck from here." My blood went hot. I tried to pull my hand back, but Jeremiah tightened his grip. "Do you need something, Clem?" I asked. "My mother made chocolate chip banana bread," she said. She tapped the top of the tin foil with one long fingernail. "She remembered you liked it last winter." "Tell her thank you," I said. "I was going to leave it on the counter," Clem said. She stepped closer. "I thought you would be a