Fooled Eleven Times, Freed at Last
She grabbed my hand, stubbornly refusing to let me go.
"Why is your hand so hot—?"
Before she could finish, I jerked my hand away, desperate to maintain some dignity.
But I pulled too hard, and the documents in my grip flew from my hand, scattering across the floor. As Paisley scrambled to pick them up, her eyes went wide.
"These are international business documents… What exactly is going on here?"
The hurt in her gaze sparked an unexpected thrill within me. Without thinking, a harsh remark left my lips.
"As you can see, I've been assigned abroad. Paisley, let's break up. You're free now. No one will stand between you and Justin again!"