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His head throbbed slightly. Ever since Laura started massaging him regularly, his migraines had almost disappeared.
Tonight, though, he had probably been too irritated.
He shut his eyes, his tousled hair falling across his face, his breathing heavy.
Leona walked out of the kitchen, setting a bowl of broth on the table.
Jake cracked one eye open. “What’s this?”
“It’s for your hangover. Ms. Depp told me to make it whenever you’ve been drinking.”
Jake rubbed his forehead, silent for a moment. “You can go.”
Sitting up, he picked up the broth and took a sip – then immediately spat it out.
It wasn’t the right taste.
He had a picky palate, but with Laura around, she always made sure his food was perfect.
Even something as simple as broth tasted different when she made it.
Forget it.
Jake sighed. Laura, I’ll let you have this one. Since you still care enough to have the servants make me soup, I’ll indulge you just this once.
He picked up his phone and dialed her number.
For the first time ever, after a fight, he was the one calling first.
“Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable.”
Her phone was off.
Jake’s grip on the phone tightened, his fingers turning white. A wave of frustration surged in his chest.
Laura, good. Real good. You’re actually playing hard to get now? You’ve pushed it too far this time.
His jaw clenched.
He called Andrew again, his voice sharp. “Put the wedding dress plans on hold.”
Andrew was speechless.
…
The next morning, waves crashed against the shore outside the villa. The sheer white curtains billowed gently in the ocean breeze.
Shaun stepped out of the bathroom, his upper body bare, a towel draped around his neck. Droplets of water slid down his short, tousled hair.
When Laura woke up, this was the first thing she saw.
She froze, her eyes lingering on the sight for a few seconds before she realized – she was blatantly staring.
His chest was tanned, firm, every muscle perfectly defined. His tall frame stood by the window, radiating both restraint and raw sensuality.
In this moment, he didn’t look like the ruthless, domineering businessman she had seen in the media. He looked more like a top-tier male model from the entertainment industry.
Laura’s face burned. Her heart skipped for reasons she refused to acknowledge. Flustered, she turned her head away and stammered, “W-why are you showering in the morning?”
Shaun casually wiped his hair, his deep eyes glancing at her, amusement flickering at the corners of his lips. “Who said I couldn’t?”
“N-no, I just meant… put some clothes on!”
His voice held a lazy chuckle. “Ms. Depp, that’s quite distant of you. You were all over me last night.”
Laura was speechless.
How could he be this shameless? What did he mean she was all over him? Wasn’t he also biting her all over last night? Her body was still covered in the evidence!
Just thinking about it made her muscles ache all over again.
She clenched her fingers, forcing herself to stay calm.
She and Shaun may have been physically intimate, but in reality, they were still strangers.
This was just a one-night stand.
Passionate at night, strangers by morning.
That was how it worked, right?
Shaun studied her lowered lashes, the way her dark eyes were hidden beneath them. Her brows furrowed slightly, as if lost in thought.
He raised a brow. “What’s wrong? You sleep with me once and now you’re acting like we’re strangers?”
With that, he tossed his towel into the laundry basket and casually pulled on a plain white T-shirt.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
Shaun opened it.
A servant stood outside, holding a neatly folded dress. “Mr. Floyd, Ms. Depp’s clothes have arrived.”
Shaun took them and shut the door.
Turning back to the bed, he placed the clothes beside Laura with an easy, natural familiarity.
“Your dress was ruined yesterday. I had this prepared for you.”
As he leaned in, the fresh scent of his shower filled the air.
Laura caught a glimpse of the dress – along with a matching set of black lingerie on top.
Her face instantly flushed.
She curled her toes, overwhelmed with the sudden urge to disappear into the floor.
This man’s presence was way too overpowering.
Was this what it felt like to sleep with someone and wake up the next morning?
Even when she had been with Jake, her heart had never raced like this.
Laura swallowed, her throat dry. She forced herself to focus. “W-we’re even now.”
Shaun leaned down, tilting her chin up with two fingers, his gaze locking onto hers.
“Are we?”
Laura clutched the blanket and scooted back. “It’s only fair. I slept with you, you slept with me. So we’re even.”
Shaun couldn’t come after her for this anymore.
Shaun withdrew his hand, his fingertips still holding onto the warmth of her skin. With one hand in his pocket, he stood over her, watching her quietly with his dark, unreadable gaze.
“Go shower, then come eat.” With that, he turned and walked out.
Only after he left did Laura pick up the dress.
One look, and her face twitched.
It was a deep purple, form-fitting dress, embroidered with sprawling rose patterns. The material was silky, high-end, and obviously expensive.
She had never worn something this sultry and bold before.
Jake had always preferred her in simple, pure-looking outfits.
But the truth was, she had never liked that style. She hated looking innocent and delicate because it only made it easier for Margaret Depp to bully her.
Still, she had endured it for Jake. Back then, he was the most important thing in her world.
Looking back, she had been a complete fool.
I’m not going to be a lovesick fool anymore.
She shook off her thoughts and tossed aside the blanket, revealing her pale skin – now covered in dark bruises and marks. A clear testament to just how little Shaun had held back last night.
After she showered, she got dressed.
The underwear fit her like a second skin.
Laura froze. How did Shaun get her size right in just one night?
