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    But perhaps, someone as unorthodox as him wouldn’t understand.


    This frustration lingered with Ellie into the night.


    As she prepared for bed, Kaiden lifted her, pinning her wrists above her head.


    “Kaiden!” she eximed in rm.


    Unaware of her panicked demeanor, her vulnerability only fueled his desire to tease her. He raised an eyebrow, acknowledging that he had heard her.


    “I’m sleepy!” Meeting his intense, dark gaze, Ellie was shocked.


    The previous night, he had looked at her in the same way—like a predator eyeing its prey—going so far as tomand her to keep her eyes open.


    “You’ve already slept an entire day, Ellie.”


    While speaking, Kaiden opened the drawer of the bedside table. Ellie, expecting him to retrieve a condom, was surprised when he pulled out something else: a dark green tie.


    “Hey… isn’t that my gift for Theo? Why do you have it?” she asked, momentarily forgetting to resist. It wasn’t until the cool fabric of the tie touched her wrist that she snapped back to reality.


    Kaiden, amused by her reaction, gently caressed her flushed cheek with his fingertips.


    “It’s perfect for restraining you,” he said.


    Following their intimate acts, Ellie, breathing heavily, turned her back to Kaiden and tossed the tie aside. Her posture made her dissatisfaction clear.


    “Don’t you want to take a shower?” Kaiden asked. His tone was unusually patient and calm, a stark contrast to his usual temperament. He idly yed with Ellie’s hair, naturally sleek and undyed, unlike the heavily styled hair of other socialite women.


    Ellie blinked, aware she needed a shower but feeling too exhausted to move. She just wanted to sleep.


    Kaiden could only see the back of her head, yet it was as if he could read her thoughts. He got out of bed and walked around to her side. ncing down at the sulking woman, he asked, “Would you like to take a shower?”


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    His appearance was impable—less aloof than usual, but still carrying an air of restraint.


    Ellie, after a brief nce, extended her arms toward him, her throat aching and unwilling to speak. The idea of a shower without having to walk was appealing.


    Though she initiated the embrace, she pretended to be reluctant. Kaiden noticed her reaction but kept his amusement hidden.


    “You seem hesitant.”


    Ellie, surprised by hisment, stared at him wide-eyed. She had already reached out her hands—how could she be unwilling? She was starting to lose her temper. Before she could react further, Kaiden picked her up.


    “You’re really delicate,” he whispered. Ellie red at him, her eyes full of reproach.


    Delicate? In her mind, it was Kaiden’s intense lovemaking that made her feel fragile, not her own constitution. He seemed to only know how to utter unpleasant remarks.


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