The Secret Butler: Capturing The Heartless Billionaire
between them in a blur, despite a visible hitch in his step
console table. The vase slipped from her fingers a
h, hot and strong. His body pr
e went completely limp. It was a counter-intuitive move, o
second, his grip loosening as she sag
storm clouds. Gray, inte
as torn at the side, and a dark, wet stain was spreading across his whit
on't scream. They're trying to kill me." He sounde
rican accent. Educated. He was playing
voice muffled but steady. "You're bleed
ing onto the console. He looked back at her face, confusion war
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d covered her mouth-was shaking. Mic
you," she said. "If I bandage you, yo
from panicked prey to calculator. He sa
sturing weakly. "Do it. But if
to the bathroom, her steps measured. She grabbed
ofa. His head was thrown back, his eyes closed. H
The position was intimate, b
ut the shirt
ce, not open
expensive fabric. She peeled the shirt back, exposing a
ribs. A gunshot graze. It was ugly
ic onto a gauze pad
the pad agai
zing up. His hand shot out and gripped he
arity jumped between them. It was sharp, sudden. Bet
down. It was j
tched her hands as she worked, cleaning the
e murmured. "You're over
or a burglar," she retorted
ow, rumbling sound that
ring it with a professional kn
looked at her, really looked at he
" he said soft
pet," she said, pulling
g. The threat was gone, replaced by
. Not from fear, but from the strange