Heaven or Hell: Loving My Twisted Billionaire novel Chapter 97

Chapter 97

**ngine) get quieting as fret the ignition. Something was wrong. The darkness that

cod be a warm glow pouring from every window. My jaw tightened as I approached the door

es mostra Bared at unfamiliar scents–flowers, food, and something else I couldn’t quite identify. My sized. There were plants everywhere a large red fern in the corner looked particularly offensive, its wild

as i cataloged each change. The harsh overhead lights had been replaced with warm lamps that cast a golden glow My hack leather sectional was barely visible beneath an avalanche of orange and cream pillows. A chunky knit throw lay

voice pierced through my irritation. She stood in the kitchen doorway, barefoot in cotton shorts and a loose t–shirt, her face lit ith an expectant smile that made something shift inside my chest. She held a crystal bowl filled with what appeared to be chopped fruit.

My first instinct was to demand she return everything to its original state, but the words died in my throat as she moved toward me, the scent of her shampoo momentarily overpowering my anger.

“What have you done? I managed to keep my voice level, though my fingers curled into my palms.

I thought some plants and warm colors would make this place feel more like a home,” she said, her voice soft but unapologetic. “It was a bit… sterile before”

Something about the way her eyes searched my face for approval made it difficult to maintain my anger. A small smudge at the corner of drop of what looked like yogurt from her fruit concoction. Without thinking, I reached out and wiped it her mouth caught my attention- away with my thumb.

Her skin was impossibly soft beneath my touch, warm and alive. She went perfectly still, her eyes widening slightly.

“You have something on your face,” I said, my voice coming out rougher than intended. “Seems you’ve already made yourself quite at

home

A blush spread across her cheeks, and I felt an unexpected satisfaction at causing that reaction.

*I’ve saved dinner for you,‘ she said, recovering quickly. “Are you hungry?“

Before I could respond, she was leading me toward a dining table that definitely hadn’t been there before. A colorful tablecloth covered

The surface, and place settings–far more elaborate than anything I would have chosen–waited at each end.

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kad pay the n from a pot, the rich gems filling the air. There was something strangely fascinating about watching her move

Hatagal thera eremy food onto plates with casual confidence.

said, taking a seat at the unfamiliar table. The chair was more comfortable than it looked, which

togel hate it the asked, setting a plate before me. The question was direct, her eyes meeting mine without flinching.

1st luts the best rather than answering immediately. The meat was tender, falling apart under my fork.

He ow what I would have chosen, I finally said, which wasn’t exactly an answer.

Hannah nodded, accepting this non–response with surprising grace. “We can change anything you don’t like.”

We ate in silence for a few minutes, but it wasn’t the tense silence I expected. There was something almost companionable about it, which was disconcerting in its own way.

I’ve been looking into Sterling Entertainment,” she said, reaching for a folder beside her plate. “Sophia may have left some traps behind. We need to be thorough.”

I raised an eyebrow, accepting the folder, Inside were detailed analyses, financial breakdowns, and market assessments–far more comprehensive than I expected.

After dinner, Hannah led me to another area she’d transformed. A semicircle of comfortable chairs surrounded a low table covered with colorful charts, diagrams, and what appeared to be learning materials.

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T Tracy Gordon

what happened to jack? he was always there and then he just disappeared.

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