Me And My Billionaire Husband (Aurora and Heath) novel Chapter 120

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18:17 Thu, Oct 23

Me And My Billionaire Husband

Chapter 120

“Rory, tell me,” Heath urged.

“Tell you what?” Aurora was lost.

He traced the lines of her face, “Tell me, what secrets are you hiding?”

Aurora’s eyes darted away as she steadied him, “Let’s get you to bed.”

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Heath’s steps were unsteady as Aurora guided him back to the bedroom. She removed his jacket and shirt with a practiced ease, tucking him into bed before fetching a damp towel to wipe his face. By the time she was done, Heath had succumbed to sleep.

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As Aurora stood to leave, her gaze caught on Heath’s laptop and phone. The conversation from the private room echoed in her mind, and hesitation gripped her. The Whitmore family’s news was before her again, a name she hadn’t heard in far too long.

Jasper and Carly had hit dead ends in their search for any trace of Isabella Whitmore’s involvement in her demise. Isabella remained the untouchable Whitmore heiress, Dominic Ashcroft’s fiancée, the future lady of the Abyss.

The thought alone was a bullet through Aurora’s heart, echoing the one that had pierced Olivia’s. It felt like it had torn through her soul as well.

With a moment’s pause, Aurora lifted Heath’s hand and used his fingerprint to unlock his phone. A message from Kieran popped up, “Boss, I’ve sent the info on the Whitmore family to your email.”

She powered up the laptop, which, to her surprise, had no password. The email from Kieran was right there in the inbox. Next week, the Whitmore family was hosting a Christmas banquet and had extended an invitation to Heath, hoping to mend fences and foster closer family ties.

The invitation, with its details and implications, lay quietly in the inbox but exploded like a bomb in Aurora’s mind, shattering her

composure.

She closed the laptop and was about to leave when her wrist was suddenly seized!

Startled, Aurora turned to find Heath awake. Before she could react, she was pulled onto the bed, Heath’s heavy form pinning her down, his gaze unblinkingly intense. “Rory, tell me,” he insisted.

Aurora’s eyes darted away, “There’s nothing to tell.”

Heath’s breath, heavy with the scent of alcohol, warmed her neck. “Rory, I’ll protect you, no matter what you want to do…”

His husky voice was a whisper in her ear, and tears spilled unbidden onto the pillow. She pushed at him, “Heath, you’re drunk.”

He looked at her, nodding, “Yes, I’m drunk,”

Then his lips found hers, not a fleeting touch this time but a deep, possessive kiss that stole her breath away.

Overwhelmed by the intensity and the alcohol on his breath, Aurora’s tears flowed freely. Sobbing, she managed, “Heath… I…”

Heath’s cheek brushed against hers, “Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

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Then his head dropped to her shoulder, and he was asleep.

It took all of Aurora’s strength to push him off and cover him with a blanket. Grabbing her bag, she fled the apartment.

Leaning against the hallway wall, she slid to the floor.

Heath was like poison to her. She had almost confessed, almost told him she was the resurrected assassin.

All because of his promise to protect her.

From her earliest memories, she was taught to trust no one, rely on no one–only the weapons in her hands.

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For years, she had been the perfect killer. Her affection for Dominic was just that–affection. She never expected him to protect her; she was trained to protect him.

But for the first time, someone had offered her protection.

Suddenly, the idea of being an ordinary woman didn’t seem so bad. To strut behind someone like Ethan, like Sophia did, flaunting power or feigning pity, didn’t seem so terrible.

Aurora wanted that too–to be protected, to make a scene with the assurance that someone had her back.

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