Chapter 130

Chapter 130:

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His tone was mild, yet it made her pulse stutter. A quick glance at the clock steadied her. Barely half an hour had passed—nothing unusual.

“The shop was closed. I waited around a bit,” she lied smoothly.

His lips curved, a hint of amusement flickering there. He extended his hand toward her, palm open, waiting. “Come here.”

Cathryn inched closer, slipping her small hand into Damien’s broad palm.

His thumb brushed lazily over her fingers, and a sly smile tugged at his lips. “Good girl.”