e a steel belt, encircled Arya's waist, guiding her throu
chest. She could feel his strong, steady heartbeat again
e do
only though
ee, but it was a smal
firmly against him. "What? Want
r, his voice carrying
oice. She was his prisoner, and her
inside. In that small, mirror-filled space,
e finally found her voice. It was dry
"Of course, it's to introduce you to my friends. After all, as
ank. She remem
his react
roachable tycoon in business m
, after all, she had take
vate and luxurious space than the VIP area downstairs.
me to react and led her
saw Arya nestled comfortably beside him, the room fell into a b
tom-made suit asked, his gaze sweepin
ure that everyone could see. "Arya," he said simply. Th
gave the crowd a stiff, polite smile. She felt like
o greet him. During each interaction, he kept her close,
her as a buffer, a shield against advances from socialites, a
And she, this swindler who had walked rig
As long as she was useful, s
, she would give a subtle smile or stand quietly to the side
. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes
her a glass of champagne.
ainst his. She met his gaze, her voice soft as
. He leaned closer, his words like a lover's whisper
round and took a big gulp of champagne
ut nerves, rushing straight to her head. Her f
beside him, but her consciousness grew incre
frowned slightly and discreetly pla
ion. "It seems my female com
his arm around her and half-carrie
sciousness
party, the cool night breeze caressing her skin, and bein
ation, a place that filled her with a n
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