The night felt both familiar and strangely different.
The familiarity was in the heat, much like the way Trophy Boy used to make her feel, starting with gentle coaxing and escalating to unrestrained passion. His body temperature, every detail of his physique, his habitual movements, the soft groan of satisfaction, and the way he would pull her into his embrace afterward—everything was so familiar.
Yet, the big difference was his identity. From being her Trophy Boy for three years, he had transformed into the unattainable King of Eldridge. Psychologically, it was a lot to process.
Chloe had always struggled with sleep. But perhaps due to the previous night’s exhaustion, she managed to sleep until dawn. She woke up to an empty bed and thought Connor had already left, only to find him in the dining room. He had prepared a lavish breakfast.
Chloe didn’t hold back her praises before sitting down at the table and digging in without any reservations. Connor was dressed in slacks and a white shirt, with every button fastened up to the top, looking aloof and reserved. Chloe couldn’t figure out why, with his naturally detached appearance, she had ever thought of him as a playboy.
“Did you enjoy last night?” Connor suddenly locked eyes with Chloe.
“What?” Chloe didn’t catch on immediately.
“You seduced me so early in the morning, so I thought you were dissatisfied with last night. Or should we, perhaps, do it over?” The mischief was already evident in his mesmerizing eyes, and a slight smile played on his lips. Despite his ethereal appearance, there was an undeniable hint of roguishness.
Chloe finally got it. The playboy was still the playboy.
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