The CEO'S Forgotten Promise
“He’s treating me like I’m fragile and precious at the same time,“ I thought. “After everything I’ve survived, he still looks at me like I’m something to be cherished, not broken.“
He pushed open the door to the master bathroom with his shoulder. The moment we stepped inside, I gasped.
The huge marble bathtub was already filled with warm water, rose petals floating on the surface like tiny crimson hearts....with romantic candles of different sizes flickered softly around the edges, casting a golden, romantic glow over the entire room.
The air smelled of vanilla and rose...soft, soothing, and incredibly intimate. Soft music played faintly from hidden speakers, a gentle melody that wrapped aro