NovelUpdateChapter 755: Bruce hit the ground hard, the impact jolting through his spine, knocking the breath from his lungs. A sharp cough racked his chest as he struggled to regain composure.
Corrine stood over him, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. Her gaze was cool, almost amused. "If you insist on acting reckless, at least choose your opponent wisely. I do not entertain fools." Without another glance, she turned, her every step exuding an effortless grace as she disappeared into the night.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThe moment she was gone, Bruce's assistant rushed forward. "Sir!" Bruce sat up, wincing as he clutched his chest, his expression unreadable but his eyes dark with something stormy.
Shaking off the assistant's helping hand, he exhaled sharply and muttered a single word, cold and cutting-"Go." Back at his apartment, he shrugged off his jacket, loosened his tie with a practiced flick, and headed straight for the bathroom.
Twenty minutes later, freshly showered and clad in a bath towel hanging loosely around his waist, he walked to the liquor cabinet.
The amber liquid swirled as he poured himself a generous glass, bringing it to his lips. The burn in his throat slightly quelled the turbulence inside him.
"Stop drinking." A soft voice broke through the silence.
Bruce stilled, his grip tightening on the glass. Turning his head, he found Leah standing at the bedroom door.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe was draped in a nightgown so sheer it barely concealed what lay beneath. The thin straps clung to her shoulders, fragile as if a single careless tug could undo them. The plunging neckline dipped dangerously low, teasing at what remained unseen.
Barefoot, she glided toward him, the subtle, intoxicating scent of her perfcurling into the air between them. Bruce's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Why are you here?" Updates always at galLeah tilted her head, her voice laced with something delicate yet deliberate. "Because I don't want past misunderstandings to stand between us anymore." She stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing herself against him in a way that left little space between them. Her breath was warm against his throat, her lips grazing dangerously close to his skin.
Bruce's grip on her waist tightened, his gaze deepening as something unreadable flickered in his eyes. The alcohol duffed his restraint. Without warning, he scooped her up and carried her to the sofa, pinning her beneath him.
What followed was a reckless indulgence-passion unfurling between them in waves pulling them from the sofa to the balcony, from the bedroom to the bathroom, until nothing remained between them but heat and breathless exhaustion.
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