Dead at Heart (Ariel and Jayson) novel Chapter 762

Opportunities like this didn't come often.

Samson's face darkened as he stood outside Ariel's ward. He still couldn't stomach the fact that she had ruined his plans yet again.

He was not a patient man by nature, and certainly not kind. Seeing his carefully laid plans collapse time after time because of the same woman filled him with bitter resentment.

By the time he reached Ariel's door, Samson snapped out of his thoughts and frowned slightly. Even he wasn't sure what he was thinking.

He pushed the door open. The room was empty for Ariel.

Samson walked over, his eyes cold as he looked down at her peaceful face. Memories of the past few months flashed through his mind—Ariel sabotaging his plans, interfering with his schemes, and ultimately becoming the reason Cecilia was arrested and detained.

He had every reason to hate Ariel.

Lying there, she looked frail and defenseless.

His gaze trailed slowly from her face to her nose and lips, then down to her neck.

His hand lifted almost of its own accord, reaching toward her slender throat. All it would take was one squeeze—just a bit of force—and he could make her suffer.

But the instant his fingertips brushed her skin, Samson's brows knit together. His lips pressed into a tight line as he stared at Ariel with a conflicted look in his eyes.

His hand slowly moved upward, tracing the air near her cheek and the corner of her lips.

Then he froze.

Realizing what he was about to do, Samson abruptly drew his hand back. He could sense the peculiar emotions that had somehow surfaced within him. What was wrong with him? He even found his own behavior bafflingly strange.

He backed away, his eyes locked firmly on Ariel's face, reflecting a tangle of indistinct emotions.

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