Rianne initially wanted to resist, but as Michael's fingertips grazed her skin, a shiver ran through her, making her heart tremble.

She had always been sensitive to his touch.

Soon, she was lost in the rhythm he set, forgetting their earlier disagreements.

A knock at the door interrupted their intimate moment.

"Mr. Palmer, Palmer Sr.'s banquet is about to start. We need to leave," Liam called out, reluctantly intruding on their time together.

Rianne snapped back to reality, stopping Michael's wandering hands. "We need to go," she whispered.

Michael reluctantly pulled away, his gaze dark and intense as he looked at her flushed face. He gently traced her swollen lips,...