The Jilted Heiress And Her Protector

her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor. She walked into the bathroom, spla

silence of the massive apartment felt heavy. She headed toward the

she fou

a silver carafe. The morning sunlight poured through the windows, illumina

m for a second, her breath catching slightly

rned smoothly and offered her a

ut, the sleeve of his shirt pulled back slightly. The sunl

e took a sip of the bitter coffee, s

inted out, her tone sharp and observant. "But it doe

id, lacking the nervous energy of an employee sitting with his boss's d

coffee. His expression

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picked up on his evasive phrasing. He di

ps. "With that commanding aura of yours, you act more

ceramic mug. It was a microscopic tell, but t

tional skills are sharp. Very fittin

t. She picked up her fork and cut into the fluffy omelet Mrs. Davies had left on the

k gaze traced the delicate, s

ted you yet this m

good mood evaporated instantly, rep

the mahogany table. The screen was completel

egg into her mouth. "He's busy. He's managing th

her hand as she set the silver f

r bridal boutique appointment to

her coffee cup, gripping it like a lifeline.

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clared, lifting her chin in fierce def

, his imposing height instantly casti

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o tell him she didn't need a babysitter hovering around her apartment. But she met his eyes. The quiet, absolute a

secretly, desperately relieved that she wouldn't be