My Skin Needs Touch, Their Stomachs Turn novel Chapter 155

Chapter 10

In the early morning light, a cool touch brushed across his chest-like a featherlight kiss, just warm enough

to linger.

Still half-asleep, Declan instinctively pulled the person in his arms closer, fingers curling around hers His

voice was low and rough with affection.

“Sloane… don’t tease…”

But the moment he spoke, his body stiffened.

That hand…

Sloane had once worked as a home nurse and caretaker. Life had never been easy for her, and her hands bore the marks of it-calluses thin but persistent, as though time itself had etched them there. Even after he’d showered her with affection and paid someone to develop a custom hand cream just for her, the

calluses never truly faded.

He used to trace those rough fingertips on quiet nights, feeling nothing but tenderness.

But the hand he was holding now was too soft. Too smooth.

Like glass cracking under pressure, his mind suddenly split wide open with a flood of memories. His eyes flew open as he shot upright in bed.

The room was a mess-clothes scattered everywhere. On the disheveled sheets, Vivienne lay completely nude, wrapped in the blanket with a coy smile on her face.

“You’re up? So early. Stay a bit longer with me?”

Declan’ face lost all color. “What… what happened between us?”

“What do you mean, what happened?” Vivienne pouted, her voice all sugar and sleep. “You barged in like a man on fire, pushed me up against the door, couldn’t wait even a second. Look at me-I’m covered in marks Everything aches.”

Her tone was playful, laced with the sweetness of victory.

But realization slammed into him like a freight train. He closed his eyes, jaw tight. “You drugged me last

night, didn’t you?”

He asked, but he already knew.

Of course she had. She’d ordered the drinks for him. She’d added something

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It wasn’t the first time

Vivienne had chased him for ten years. She’d written him her first love letter in high school. After college, she bought a private island overseas just to confess again. That night, she’d drugged him and dragged him to her

bedroom.

He’d been so furious he smashed a glass and slashed his hand just to stay awake. He ended up in the

hospital getting his stomach pumped.

Back then, all he felt for this relentless heiress was disgust.

If it hadn’t been for what happened in the UK last year-if she hadn’t fallen into a coma saving him-he never

would’ve given her the time of day.

He owed her-deeply. So he let her throw tantrums, indulged her every whim, even risked everything to

protect her.

But none of that meant he loved her.

No one knew that after that night abroad, after the stomach pumping, he’d chartered a flight back to the

Hawthorne estate.

Weakened and dizzy, he’d stumbled around the garden… and crashed right into a girl in the corner path. He’d

fainted on the spot.

When he woke up, a pair of teary red eyes were staring down at him by the bedside.

It was the first time he met Sloane. The moment she saw him wake, she grabbed a towel to wipe his forehead-so nervous her fingers were trembling.

Something about that moment-those eyes-just… landed in his heart. And for the first time, something in his drifting heart found solid ground.

“You worried about me that much?” he teased, his voice still weak. “Knocking me out means you have to

take responsibility, you know.”

She burst into tears on the spot. “Worried? My ass! If you didn’t wake up, I was gonna lose my job”

So damn cute.

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