Barrett's hand, he snatched it back as if bur
my pressure. His dark blue eyes churned with suppres
hissed, the words squeezed through
ed it again: his condition was real. But her touch hadn't trig
g weakness, her hand pressed to her forehead. "Perh
"Mr. Barrett," creating a
touch hadn't brought the expected disgust. Instead, it was like
didn't lash out. He just spat out a cold, "S
almost like a hasty escape, a triumphant sm
n the mansion's garden. He was on the ph
d a short distance away, trimming
t walked straight toward
nt?" he demanded, his g
e something wrong with that?" Chloe held up
closer, his tall shadow engulfing her. "The Mitchell
ep forward, closing the distance between them. She stood on her to
inst his chest. Through the fabric, she
ld I use?" she asked, tilting her head up at him. Her
nned into silence, Chloe rose on her toe
t. There was no aggression. It was s
way immediately. He smelled the faint scent of roses on her,
. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her away
lf killed?" His voice was hoarse, his eyes
pain, her gaze unwavering. Then she gave him a deliberately innocent smil
rip tighten. Something dark flashed through his eyes. She was his co
her skin had suddenly burn
asked softly. "
ickly, as though staying another second would force
watching his hasty retreat. She
given her. That afternoon, under the pretext of "sourcing design references
familiar logo. The events of three years a
design department. As she passed the executive of
lightly ajar. From within came the sound
oor. What she saw made her blood run cold. Jessica Sinclair was perched
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