Falling Twice for My Billionaire Boss
“Then tell me, Kaella… why are you shaking?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Because she was shaking. Because despite the cool air, her pulse raced, her hands trembled slightly as she held the cup.
“Maybe it’s the coffee,” she said weakly.
Jerome’s gaze softened, tinged with something that looked almost like longing. “Or maybe it’s something else.”
The air thickened again, heavy with unspoken emotions.
Before she could respond, a staff member announced that the rain had finally stopped. People began filing out of the gallery, laughing, chatting, oblivious to the quiet storm between them.
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