Kiss Me, Don’t Talk: A Blizzard Night’s Confession novel Chapter 8

Georgiana flashed a teasing smile. “Babe, you’re anything but ordinary. Honestly, you’re the prettiest and most talented woman I’ve ever known.”

“If you keep hyping me up like this, I might stop putting in any effort,” she joked.

Adelina pulled out a sleek black velvet box, her eyes glinting with mischief. “Wedding present time. I spent all night finding the perfect one.”

Georgiana popped open the box to find a necklace made of delicate chains, shimmering softly in the light.

Adelina nudged her, leaning in close, her voice low and playful. “But it’s not just any necklace.”

Georgiana looked wary. “What do you mean by that?”

Adelina whispered in her ear, “It’s a body chain, sweetheart. You wear it when… well, you know. It moves with you. Every little movement.”

Georgiana’s cheeks and ears turned bright red in an instant. She quickly closed the box, flustered. “Let’s just focus on the male models instead, okay? Enough talking.”

Adelina grinned, flicking her hair over her shoulder. “You got it. They’ve got everything here. But you, Mrs. Newlywed, better just enjoy the view. Honestly, I still think your man’s hotter than all these models combined.”

Georgiana just stared back, not saying a word.

When it came to matters of love (and everything that came with it), Adelina was basically an expert. She knew every trick in the book—from moves to sweet talk, even toys. She’d even dabbled in writing a couple of steamy novels, though they never really took off. Eventually, she gave up on that dream and moved on.

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Upstairs, a small group had gathered in a private suite.

Latham sat at the head of the table, legs crossed, the smoke from his cigarette curling between his long fingers. The haze seemed to add another layer of distance to his cool, almost unreadable gaze.

Benson Ford arrived late, having been tied up with business. The guy had a reputation and lived up to it—wild, a bit reckless, always the life of the party. He dropped into the seat next to Latham, grinning. “So, Latham, how’s married life treating you?”

Latham flicked some ash into a tray, speaking with that effortless confidence he always had. “You think I can’t keep up?”

Layton Charles, glass in hand, couldn’t help but tease. “Careful not to go overboard. Wouldn’t want you ruining your… well, you know, your prime.”

Benson didn’t miss a beat. All of them had grown up in the kind of houses with family names that opened doors, and all their families were pretty closely connected in business.

Layton was Adelina’s older brother, the current head of the Charles family. He worked too much to care about romance. His home life was simple. His parents were madly in love, so drama was basically nonexistent.

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