Chapter 23 A Steamy Reconciliation

• The mansion was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that settled deep in the bones. Celia had spent the past few days avoiding Alexander, giving him space as he’d requested, but the distance had only deepened the ache in her heart. Every corner of the mansion seemed to echo with their unspoken words, their unresolved tension.
• Her mind wouldn’t let go of their last conversation—the rawness of his confession, the fear in his eyes. She knew he was struggling, just as she was. But the more she tried to put him out of her mind, the more the pull toward him became unbearable.
• That evening, she found herself walking toward his study again. Her heart pounded with each step. She didn’t know if she was ready for what was about to happen, but she knew she couldn’t keep waiting. She had to confront him once more, not just for her sake, but for theirs.