His Cold Heart, Her Hidden Fire

Previously

…“Maybe,” he conceded, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Or maybe it’s the beginning of something neither of us expected.” He reached out again, and this time, Chloe didn’t pull away. His fingers gently cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw. The touch was surprisingly gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness she usually associated with him. His eyes, dark and intense, searched hers, and in their depths, she saw a flicker of vulnerability she’d never witnessed before. It was the look of a man wrestling with something profound, something that had been buried for a long, long time. “You’re not just Chloe Smith, the heiress,” he whispered