The Jilted Heiress Claims The Surgeon Brother

ngelena Barlow stared at the wrought-iron gates of the estate. The metal swirls looked exactly the same, cold and imposing, but the

ut, his uniform crisp in the morning light. He walked ar

rlow, we

f cut grass and distant car exhaust. It was real. The tightness in her throat, a constant companion during

the manicured hedge that separated the Barlow estate from

e a simple grey workout shirt, dark with sweat, clinging to the rigid

back had been the only thing standing between her and the abyss. He had blocked the h

blue eyes, usually sharp enough to cut glass, locked onto h

t smile she had worn in her youth. Instead, she let the warmth explode in her chest and sprea

stunned, as if the sun had sudden

ulse, one he had suppressed for years, took over. He moved. His long legs ate up the distance between the properties, his stri

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p against her ribs. She nodded, holdi

he trunk. The sound broke the spell. Dalton glanced over her shoulder. Wi

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g like it weighed nothing. Angelena watched the shift of muscle under his skin, the easy strength

rrowed slightly. "Your housekeeper mentioned the main house won't b

d to feel like control; now, it f

a hotel,

heavy. "Don't stay at a hotel. Come to our house. Mom

tive, delivered with the same autho

instantly. "That sou

had swallowed the bait before he even cast the line. In the past, she would have

as she looked up at hi

eared his throat, breaking eye contact to pull out his phone.

ivered. Angelena stood quietly, watching him take charge of her world. The warmth in her