I Fell for the Man Who Ruined Me, Then He Forgot He Ever Loved Me Back novel Chapter 162

Jorrod's POV

Early stage: Amnesiac subjected to aggressive affection.

Late stage: Aggressive affection is still affection, otherwise why didn't she aggressively pursue someone else?

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Sienna Quinn couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Jorrod Vaughn tonight.

She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but the shift was palpable.

Normally, he was like an insatiable predator, and she was the captive prey at his absolute mercy.

But tonight, he treated her like a fragile, priceless treasure he was terrified of losing.

He kissed her with a slow, lingering devotion, his touch unbearably gentle.

The sensation was so agonizingly sluggish, like a feather brushing lightly against her heart, stirring up an unbearable, tingling itch.

The more he dragged it out, keeping her on the edge, the more desperate she became.

For Jorrod, the waves of pleasure violently clashed with the splitting agony in his skull.

Barely fifteen minutes later, the pain surged back with a vengeance.

His vision blurred.

Could a headache affect eyesight? He had no idea.

He only realized that he was losing focus on the face branded into his very soul.

He couldn't see her features clearly.

He couldn't read her expression.

He couldn't even see the tears gathering in her eyes, born from the frustration of his agonizingly slow pace...

Panic seized him, and he kissed the woman beneath him, desperately trying to wipe away the frosted glass blurring his vision.

In vain, he kept whispering her name. "Sienna..."

Sienna.

Sienna...

Sienna Quinn.

"Hello, Mr. Vaughn. I'm Sienna Quinn."

"What does it matter if it's real or fake? If I say we're involved, then we're involved."

"It's uncomfortable, isn't it?"

"If no one ever taught you manners, then I suppose you'll just have to remember today."

The woman's voice echoed in his ears like a relentless carousel of memories.

Jorrod closed his eyes.

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