“Elara!” Zane’s face was deadly serious. “I’m not joking with you. When I chose you, I meant it.”
Elara bit her lip, her dark brows arching ever so slightly.
“I’m serious too. If it weren’t for me, he wouldn’t have ended up like this. I owe him, and I have to pay my debt. Besides, doesn’t President Lawrence have his own ‘late wife in name only’ keeping up appearances at home?”
She paused, her smile widening mischievously.
“We’re both a mess, really. Let’s not judge each other’s drama.”
Zane was momentarily stunned, almost losing his composure. “Are you deliberately trying to get under my skin?”
“Me? Never,” she replied, feigning innocence—though her eyes sparkled with mischief. “With him, it’s all an act, just part of the treatment. But with you… well, I’ve actually kissed you, haven’t I…”
Before she could finish, Zane caught her chin and silenced her with a kiss.
It started as a punishment, but the moment he felt her soft lips, his touch grew gentle.
After a while, he let her go, resting his forehead against hers. “You’ve got me, you know that?”
Elara’s breath was unsteady, but she was still smiling. “This is the equipment room, you know. Aren’t you worried someone might walk in?”
“Let them look if they want.” He pulled her closer, his arm tightening around her waist. “The act is one thing, but you’re not allowed to do with that brat what you’ve done with me. Got it?”
He sounded every bit the jealous husband.
Elara giggled against his chest. “I never pegged President Lawrence for the possessive type.”
“This is the first time I’ve ever fallen for a woman like this. If you try to leave me hanging, I’ll just tie you to my side and make you act just for me, every day.”
His words sounded harsh, but he couldn’t help the smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

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