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Fraser frowned. He thought to himself, my tone hadn’t been harsh, yet she acted as if she wanted to cut all ties with me. I was just trying to remind her to be careful while driving. This time, luckily, she was unharmed. But what about next time?
When he heard about the accident over the phone, a chill had gripped him. For the first time, worry, fear, and anxiety flooded him like a tidal wave, suffocating him. He’d lost count of how many red lights he’d run on the way. Only when he saw her safe in the car did his heart, teetering on a knife’s edge, finally settle.
Fraser sighed, his voice softening. “Why are you crying? It’s not like I hit you.”
Summer pursed her lips stubbornly. “Which eye of yours saw me crying?” Her eyes were just red! There were no tears! She wasn’t crying. This was nothing compared to the hardships she’d faced growing up.
Fraser’s lips curved into a helpless smile. He reached out and pinched her earlobe. Summer’s earlobe was soft and delicate, with a slight coolness. “Both eyes saw it. People might think I’m bullying you.”
Summer accused him angrily, “You are bullying me.”
Fraser’s voice was low and magnetic, laced with indulgence as he coaxed her. “Ms. Stewart, you wanted 1 billion in investment, and I approved it immediately. You wanted the Marloux contract, and I delivered it right away. Where else can you find such an obedient man?”
Summer thought to herself, Obedient? There was no such thing as an obedient man. Every favor came with strings attached.
Summer was speechless, her tone tinged with resentment. “Yet you still scold me.”
Fraser thought to himself, Scold her? Women’s logic was truly baffling.
Fraser found it amusing. He leaned down, placing his hands on either side of her on the bed, trapping her in his embrace. His dark eyes bored into hers. “I’m guilty as charged. Punish me however you like.”
The man’s handsome face was inches away, a faint smile playing on his lips, his bright eyes reflecting her image. His gaze was deep, dark, and intense, drawing her in like a vortex. Summer turned her face away, Huffing, “How dare I punish Mr. Graham?”
Fraser’s thin lips brushed her cheek, then he nibbled her earlobe, murmuring ambiguously, “If you won’t punish me, I’ll punish myself. I’ll bathe you tonight and sleep with you.”
“…” Summer was speechless.
Was this punishing him or her? Once again, she’d fallen into his trap. His warm breath tickled her ea sending tingles through her. She pushed against his chest, her body heating up, feeling awkward and ignoring him.
Fraser reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his touch tender and careful. “What were you thinking about at that moment?”
From the surveillance footage Mr. Larry sent, the truck driver had sped through the turn without slowing down. Summer had also been momentarily distracted while driving. According to traffic laws, both parties were at fault. But Summer’s Momentum was badly dented, and she was more injured than the truck driver.
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Summer pressed her lips together. She’d been distracted because she heard Fraser’s voice on the radio saying, “The person I’ve always liked.”
She already knew that, didn’t she? Otherwise, why would someone as free–spirited and untamed as Fraser keep an old photo on his desk?
Summer realized her feelings had shifted. This change frightened her deep down. She feared falling into another relationship, losing control, and getting hurt again. Maybe Yvette was right, keep it physical, no strings attached. That kind of relationship was liberating.
She looked up at the man before her. His sharp, short hair framed a stunningly handsome face, with chiseled features, arched brows, and narrow, phoenix–like eyes with single eyelids, the corners upturned, exuding an almost demonic allure. It was hard not to be captivated.
“Today, I originally wanted to give you a gift.” Summer said.
Fraser’s dark, arrow eyes lit up, his gaze intense on her fair face. His voice was husky and low. “Why the sudden urge to give me a gift?”
