THE AMAZING HEIRESS
“Help me understand.”
He walks toward her, his steps tentative, as if unsure whether she would allow him to come any closer. Reaching out, he tried to touch her arm, his fingers trembling with the need for connection, for comfort, for anything to bridge the chasm between them.
But she turned, her hand raised in a firm, deliberate motion—a silent command. The gesture was sharp, clear, a boundary she refused to let him cross.
"STOP," she says with her eyes, the unspoken words piercing through the air like a cold wind.