Chapter 308
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Chapter 308:
The private elevator doors opened directly into the penthouse.
Gaston carried Jocelyn through the darkened hallway and into his massive, wood-paneled study. He set her down gently on the deep brown leather sofa, and she sank into the cushions, the alcohol making her head spin.
Gaston crossed to the private bar in the corner. He poured a glass of warm water, stirred in a slow spoonful of honey, and brought it to her. He stood over her and watched in silence as she drank it all. His eyes were dark and calculating.
Jocelyn lowered the empty glass. The warmth helped clear the fog from her mind. She looked up at him — massive and vaguely intimidating in the dim light of the study.
Gaston turned and walked to the heavy steel safe concealed behind a painting on the wall. He punched in the code. The door clicked open. He reached inside and pulled out a thick stack of legal documents, carried them back to the sofa, and dropped them onto the glass coffee table. The heavy thud made Jocelyn flinch, her heart skipping a beat.
“What is that?” Jocelyn asked, her voice slightly raspy from the lingering alcohol and the sudden tension in the room.
Gaston reached up and slowly unknotted his silk tie. He pulled it free and tossed it onto a chair, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, exposing the strong lines of his collarbone. Then he dropped to one knee directly in front of her. He rested his forearms on her knees, bringing his face level with hers. His gaze was intense, stripping away all the shadows between them.
“That is our prenuptial agreement,” Gaston said. His voice was steady, but a dangerous undercurrent ran beneath the words.
He didn’t open the document to point out any loopholes. He didn’t propose an amendment to ensure operational efficiency. Instead, his large hands gripped the thick stack of legal paper, and with one sudden, violent motion, he ripped the entire document in half. The sound of tearing paper echoed sharply through the quiet study. He tossed the pieces onto the floor, treating the multi-million-dollar contract like absolute garbage.
Jocelyn gasped, her eyes widening in sheer shock. “What are you doing? Gaston, that is a legally binding document p>
“This agreement was a lie from the very beginning,” Gaston said, his voice dropping to a raw, emotional frequency that shattered all his usual corporate armor. “I am done hiding behind it. I don’t want clauses or conditions binding us. I don’t want mutual non-interference. I just want you. If you are terrified of crossing that line, I will wait until you are no longer afraid. But I will not pretend anymore p>
𝗧𝘳𝖾𝗻𝖽iո o𝗇
He reached into his jacket pocket and produced a single, crisp folder. He placed it gently on the coffee table between them. “Look at this,” he said softly.