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    Evelyn strolled out of the Harper Group building, her lips curled into a satisfied smile.


    As soon as she was gone, Jeffry pressed the inte and summoned his assistant. He spoke, his voice crisp and unemotional. “Draft a prenup.”


    The assistant froze. For a full thirty seconds, he just stood there, blinking. Marriage? Jeffry was getting married? To Evelyn? What ever happened to his rtionship with Lydia?


    The assistant had delivered designer clothes, expensive jewelry, and valuable gifts to Lydia for Jeffry.


    In all the years working for Jeffry, the assistant had never, not once, seen him go out of his way for a woman as he did for Lydia. Jeffry seemed to care about Lydia and maybe even loved her. And now, out of nowhere, he was marrying Evelyn?


    But questioning Jeffry was a one-way ticket to unemployment, so the assistant swallowed his confusion and nodded.


    Before the assistant could even turn to leave, Jeffry added, “Also, look into the new deputy mayor. Get me everything.” Both tasks. Same deadline. No excuses.


    Hours passed. Midnight struck. Jeffry was still at his desk, eyes locked on documents, unfazed by the time.


    Outside, the city had emptied. The assistant hesitated before asking, “Mr. Harper, are you going back to Hillside Manor?”


    The assistant figured since Jeffry was getting married to Evelyn, the apartment housing Lydia was off the table, right?


    To the assistant’s surprise, Jeffry’s response came fast, sharp, and ice-cold. “No. I’m going to my apartment.”


    That night, Jeffry showed no restraint. He gripped Lydia firmly, his movements deep and demanding, as if determined to make her feel every inch of him.


    Lydia shivered as his ragged breaths fanned against her skin. Her cheeks burned, her vision blurred—every nerve in her body consumed by intoxicating pleasure.


    Her nails raked down his back, leaving faint red trails as she fought to hold onto reality. But Jeffry wasn’t done—he lifted her effortlessly into his arms.


    The sudden shift sent a jolt through her, instinctively making her tighten her grip around his neck.


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    This position made her feel his presence even more profound. Lydia bit down on her lip, desperate to stifle the moans threatening to escape.


    One of Jeffry’s hands gripped her waist, the other steadying her as he moved toward the window.


    Every step he took sent a fresh wave of sensation crashing through her. A soft groan slipped from her lips before she bit down on his shoulder, her voice breaking. “It’s… too much…”


    Her words came in breathless fragments, broken by the intensity of his touch.


    He set her down on the windowsill, the moonlight casting a glow over her flushed cheeks, her rare shyness only adding to her allure.


    The night stretched on, dark clouds hanging heavy in the sky. A cold gust carried sheets of rain, pelting the window in rhythmic bursts.


    Outside, the wind howled, scattering petals and snapping fragile branches, leaving behind a trail of destruction.


    The night pressed in, thick and suffocating.


    Without warning, Jeffry captured her lips in a deep kiss, his movements sending her spiraling all over again.


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