Chapter 475
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Chapter 475:
Jocelyn lay in the center of the massive king-size bed, her bare skin flushed and warm. She rested her head on Gaston’s broad chest, her fingers tracing the black ink of the J.W. tattoo above his heart. They had spent the last two hours making up for five days of cold war. Her body felt entirely liquid — spent and deeply satisfied.
Gaston’s arm lay securely around her waist. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, breathing in the faint scent of her shampoo.
“Ms. Wolfe,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. “To ensure you never attempt to lock me out of my own bedroom again, I have decided to implement a mandatory isolation protocol p>
Jocelyn smiled against his skin. She tilted her head up, her eyes bright with playful defiance. “Is that so, Mr. Collins? What kind of dictatorial protocol p>
Gaston reached over to the nightstand, picked up his iPad, and tapped the screen.
𝘋оw𝗻𝘭оа𝘥𝗮𝗯𝗅𝗲 𝗣𝗗F𝘴 𝗼𝘯
The bedroom lights dimmed. A high-definition holographic projector hummed to life on the ceiling. The entire wall in front of the bed transformed into a breathtaking panoramic image — a snow-covered valley beneath a pitch-black sky, where brilliant ribbons of emerald green and violet light swept and danced above the mountains. In the center of the snow sat a luxurious transparent glass igloo.
Jocelyn pushed herself up onto her elbows, her eyes wide with genuine wonder. “The Northern Lights,” she breathed.
“Tromsø, Norway,” Gaston said softly, his hand moving in slow, gentle strokes along her bare spine. “I bought out the entire private camp for Valentine’s Day. No cell service. No Wall Street. No family drama. Just you, me, and the ice p>
Jocelyn’s heart swelled until it ached. She looked down at the ruthless billionaire who had just produced the most romantic gesture of her life.
“I love it,” she said, her voice thick with feeling. She leaned down and kissed him deeply. “I love you p>
Gaston’s eyes darkened with quiet, intense pleasure. He pulled her closer, drawing her back beneath the sheets.
Then the private encrypted phone on his nightstand pulsed with a sharp, distinct double vibration.
Gaston went perfectly still. He didn’t break the kiss. He didn’t release her. But his eyes opened, shifting just enough to read the glowing notification on the screen.
ALERT: Tier-1 Firewall Breach Attempt. Dark Web routing detected targeting offshore medical archives.
His eyes turned instantly cold. The predator inside him stirred, recognizing the scent of a threat.
Someone was digging into his past.
He closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, holding Jocelyn close. He would not let this touch her tonight. But tomorrow, he would find whoever was moving in the dark — and he would destroy them.
The third week of January. The New York Public Library.
The red carpet of the Winter Solstice Charity Gala was a blinding storm of camera flashes and shouting photographers.
Jocelyn Wolfe stepped out of the black Maybach, and the entire press line went momentarily silent before erupting into chaos. She wore a breathtaking custom deep-V haute couture gown encrusted with thousands of midnight-blue crystals. She looked like a queen stepping onto a battlefield.