Chapter 346
Chapter 346
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Chapter 346
“I want to go back to Liono City for a meal p>
“It’s too late to make it back for lunch,” Chris said calmly, as if it were a serious point.
Winter finally looked up from her magazine and glanced at him.
He was still shirtless. As he rubbed his hair dry, the muscles across his chest, abs, and arms shifted with the movement. Droplets that hadn’t been wiped away slid down along the sharp lines of his torso and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
The soaked fabric clung tightly.
It was hard not to notice.
She looked away. “Dinner’s fine p>
He watched her. “If we go back to Liono City, we won’t make it back here for dinner p>
The magazine in her hands crumpled slightly. “Who said I’m coming back p>
So that was it.
He wasn’t saying it was too far to go back. He was saying he didn’t plan to let her leave.
Chris held the towel in front of him. His damp hair was swept back, revealing his forehead and making his features look even sharper.
He stepped closer, bent down, and took the crumpled magazine from her hand.
From where he stood, his gaze brushed over her without meaning to, catching the curve of her chest and her cleavage. A subtle scent lingered.
The magazine bent sharply in his grip before he tossed it aside.
Then he reached out. His fingers wrapped around her wrist and pulled her up from the sofa.
“There’s an outdoor range on the island. After we eat and the rain clears, I’ll take you shooting p>
The moment he mentioned shooting, her palm throbbed faintly.
She remembered that day at Westbury. The way he had fired at her, knocking the gun out of her hand.
A cold wave surged through her chest.
She looked at him. “Can you tell me what you really brought me here for p>
He met her gaze. Something flickered in his eyes.
His lips pressed together.
For a moment, she thought he would ignore her again.
But this time, he answered.
“To make you happy p>
Four simple words.
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They hit harder than anything else.
Winter almost laughed.
“You think I look happy right now p>
“If you’re not, it’s because you haven’t gotten what you want yet,” he said evenly. “After dinner, we’ll go to the range. Compete with me. If you win, you get a reward p>
It was a tempting offer.
But she wasn’t that easy to bait.
“Any reward p>
He saw straight through her. “Anything reasonable. Except leaving p>
She let out a quiet scoff. “Of course. And you decide what counts as reasonable p>
“You won’t know unless you try,” he said, his voice low, almost coaxing. “If you don’t try, you’ll never have the chance p>
He released her wrist. “Go eat first. I’ll shower and come down. Eat enough. You’ll need a steady hand p>
The rain came fast and left just as quickly.
By the afternoon, the sky had cleared. Sunlight fell over the fields of flowers, droplets clinging to the petals and glinting in the breeze.
At the range, Chris had changed into a clean black shirt.
He caught her hand again without asking and lowered his head, fastening a wrist guard for her.
Suddenly, she spoke up, “My aim isn’t great. If I miss the target and accidentally hit you, what happens then p>
His fingers paused for a moment.
Then he said, almost lightly, “If you hit my heart, I’ll count it as a bullseye. I’ll give you a bonus reward for that p>
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Florence
A passionate storyteller who brings emotions to life through her words. When she’s not writing, she finds peace nurturing her garden.