When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 His Little Secret

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Baron bent close, voice low at her ear, carrying the hint of a grievance. “I thought when you asked me that night if I wanted to sleep with you, it was because you recognized me.”

Natalie’s cheeks burned hotter than fire. Did this man forget there were still children in the

house?

She pinched the soft flesh at his waist with a sharp twist.

Baron finally let her go, though his face was full of wounded reluctance. “You forgot me, slept with me, and now you’re abusing me? Am I your poor little wife now?”

Natalie’s eyes went wide. She clapped a hand over his mouth, then glanced behind her–only to see the children had been whisked out by Shauna.

Her breath left her in relief. Thank goodness. At least she hadn’t embarrassed herself in front of them.

But Baron caught her hand again, eyes shining with mischief, his voice dripping with pitiful complaint. “Natalie, don’t tell me you’re going to pull your pants back up and pretend not to know me. If you dare forget me this time, I swear I’ll–mmph-”

She silenced him with her palm once more, gritting her teeth. “Will you shut up already?”

Something about him felt completely different–like the ruthless man had been swapped for a shameless rogue.

Outside the door, Shauna and the children were eavesdropping, eyes

wide.

Susie tugged on Shauna’s sleeve, whispering with innocent curiosity, “Shauna, what does pulling your pants back up and pretending not to know someone mean?”

Shauna nearly tripped over her own feet.

Inside, Baron and Natalie heard every word loud and clear.

“Shauna!”

Baron’s growl rolled like thunder. Shauna bolted, one child under each arm, vanishing down the hall.

Natalie wanted to bury herself six feet deep.

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Chapter 122 His Little Secret

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“Baron!” she snapped, diving under the quilt, hiding her flushed face. “Just let me die here!”

Baron’s laugh rumbled low. “Your stitches just came out. Don’t cover your face.”

“Go away!” Her voice came muffled through the blanket, tinged with shy anger–so unlike the hollow shell she’d been before.

Baron loved this side of her.

He scooped her up quilt and all, murmuring at her ear, “I’m not going anywhere. I waited too long for you to come back to me. You’ll have to kill me to make me leave.”

Natalie’s heart hammered. She never imagined fate tying her and Baron like this. His scent enveloped her, dizzying and warm, making her blush down to her ears.

“Put me down first,” she muttered.

“No.” He refused with the petulance of a child.

She sighed, exasperated. This was supposed to be the black–hearted king of the underworld?

“Baron, you’re hurting me.”

Instantly he loosened his grip, panic flashing in his eyes. “Where? Tell me where it hurts. Let me see.”

He reached for her blanket, but she shoved him back with her foot.

“Don’t move! Just stand there. I want to see my face.”

She hadn’t had a proper look yet.

Baron recognized the bluff, but let it slide, lips curving in indulgence.

“Want me to take a photo for you?”

“No.”

She snatched his phone, snapped a few selfies, studying the girl in the glass–half familiar, half

reborn.

When she went to send one, she remembered it wasn’t her phone.

“Baron, can you buy me a phone? And get me a new SIM card?”

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