Divorced my Cheating Husband for his Billionaire Uncle
He’s just… staring, not so differently from the one he had knocked a tooth out of the day before.
Chara is in her bra, half dressed, toned stomach rising and falling as she fastens the shirt buttons slowly, her hands strop just below the mounds on her chest. Her uniform pants are already on, but the sight of her bare skin, the long, powerful lines of her abs, has clearly knocked the air out of him. His hand still on the doorknob, eyes locked on her or more specifically, on the toned line of her bare midriff, the curve of her bra strap over sun-burnished shoulders, the long, lean muscle of someone carved from war and weather.
He looks like he’s just walked into an ambush, stunned.
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