Before anyone could finish their words, Rafael rudely dragged Saylor to the door, flung it open, and tossed her out.

His gaze was icy, his aura chilling to the bone.

"You think you're worthy of this?!" he spat.

Saylor's complexion went deathly pale.

Not far away, Declan witnessed the scene, shaking his head in resignation.

Refusing to admit his feelings for Eileen, he was truly stubborn.

...

At three in the morning, Eileen still couldn't sleep.

That kiss felt like a brand, her lips still burning.

At the slightest touch, it was as if she was back in the car, back in that scorching kiss.

Her cheeks unknowingly flushed.

Her...