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    Belinda’s eyes brimmed with unshed tears as they locked with his dark gaze, and a faint smile graced her lips. “Yes.”


    As she uttered the word, a gentle gasp escaped her as she drew him closer by wrapping her legs around his robust waist. “Please, help me.”


    Belinda was acutely aware of Kristopher’s preferences, understanding exactly how to elicit a response that fed his need for dominance.


    His reaction was as she anticipated.


    Kristopher’s breath hissed out, and a yful smirk twisted his lips.<fn51e0> Fresh chapters posted on find?novel</fn51e0>


    “Alright, I’ll help you find it.”


    Then, he lowered his head to capture her lips in a fierce kiss.


    The atmosphere in the cramped living room of their rented apartment thickened with intimacy…


    By dawn, Belinda feltpletely drained, nearly copsing from exhaustion.


    When she opened her eyes the next morning, it was a struggle. Shey in bed, her gaze fixed on the ceiling.


    Her body ached as if she had beenboring in the fields all day, leaving her with no desire to move.


    “Oh, you’re awake?” Kristopher’s deep voice brought her back to reality. She hadn’t realized he was still in the room until then.


    Surprised, she lifted her eyebrows and instinctively turned toward the sound. “You didn’t leave?”


    He had changed into a silver-gray suit and was sitting with his legs crossed, his eyes observing her.


    Hisugh was a scoff at her query. “It seems you’re not too pleased with me staying?”


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    Her voice was raspy from the night’s passion as she shook her head. “No, it’s just different from before.”


    At the Swan Lake vi, regardless of how intense their nights were, she would wake up alone every morning.


    She had assumed today would be no different, but he was still there.


    Kristopher’s expression darkened slightly, but he remained silent. The room was filled with an awkward stillness.


    Belinda forced her sore body out of bed. “Do you want breakfast?”


    Her stomach rumbled slightly.


    “Marc’s brought some.”


    He shot her a cold nce before striding toward the living room. “If I wait for you to make it, I’d starve.”


    Belinda rolled her eyes, gathered the clothes he had torn off her the previous night from the floor, and tossed them into theundry basket. She then found fresh clothes, got dressed, and washed up.


    By the time she entered the living room, Kristopher had already finished his meal.


    On the dining table, her breakfast was waiting.


    Belinda approached the table and began to eat voraciously.


    Kristopher observed her from across the table, his brow furrowing. “You weren’t like this before.”


    Previously, Belinda had always eaten with slow, elegant movements, each gesture at the table a testament to the strict etiquette of high society, rigid in every aspect.


    “I was just pretending before,” Belinda replied, shrugging nonchntly as she continued to eat, unconcerned about maintaining her polished image. “I don’t feel like pretending anymore.”


    In the past, she had strived to embody the role of a dignified, steady, gentle, and gracious woman. She had aimed not to tarnish the title of Mrs. Cox or bring any disgrace to Kristopher.


    Now, disinterested in Kristopher and the title, she felt no need to uphold any facade.


    Kristopher watched her eat with ack of decorum, amusement flickering in his eyes. This Belinda, unbound by the strictures that once defined Mrs. Cox, seemed far more real.


    Ten minutester, after she had polished off thest bite of her sandwich, Kristopher spoke in a detached tone. “Finish up ande with me.”


    She paused, looking up mid-chew, and frowned. “Where to?”


    He raised an eyebrow and gave her a pointed look. “Do you remember what you begged me forst night?”


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