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Chapter 18

  • Nero drove us to one of the most sophisticated restaurant in Manhattan. He’s been muttering things under his breath as he pulled over Heft. And I couldn’t help but notice how his biceps would flex every time he rotates the steering wheel.
  • I gulped and looked away. Inappropriate thoughts are starting to flood my brain so I have to stop looking. I don’t want him to think that I’m the one wanting those things.
  • “I have a jacket the backseat, Kinsella.”
  • His hard tone made me look at him. His brows are still furrowed. He still looked mad. His jaw is continuously clenched.
  • “I think I’m good. I’m not cold.” I replied.
  • He narrowed his eyes at me. “I know you’re good but I’m not. So, please take that jacket and wrap them around your pretty arms and shoulders or I’ll hug you the whole time.”
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