Chapter 162 Be My Lover

• Finnian held Hannah in his arms on the bed, a wry smile on his face. He hadn’t expected things to spiral like this and had no idea how to handle it. If this were just a one-night stand, he could have eaten his fill and walked away. But it wasn’t.
• He’d stepped in to save her, sure—but Hannah was a decent woman who’d just crawled out of a wrecked marriage, carrying fresh wounds in her heart. She was a tough-luck soul if there ever was one. If he pulled up his pants and pretended nothing happened, he’d only hurt her more. That wasn’t something he could live with.
• Hannah, meanwhile, had sobered up after the drug wore off. She lay tense against him, stiff as a board, hardly daring to move—proof enough of the panic and confusion twisting inside her.