Rejected Heiress, Reigning Queen novel Chapter 131

Carter naturally agreed. Knowing Emma only suggested it to save face for their families, he was still absolutely thrilled. It was exactly what he wanted.

As long as Emma didn't officially end their partnership, he remained her only publicly acknowledged man.

However, after Emma finished her shower that night, awkwardness set in.

There was only one large bed in the upstairs room. Were they really going to sleep in the same bed?

She hesitated at the doorway, reluctant to go in. When Carter stepped out of the other bathroom and saw her standing there with damp hair, his heart skipped a beat.

While Emma was still debating what to do, she was suddenly lifted into the air. Carter had scooped her right into his arms.

She instinctively grabbed his shoulders. Opening her eyes, she was met with the sight of his prominent Adam's apple and that overly attractive face.

"Carter, what are you—"

"Fulfilling my duties. If you catch a cold, Travis will blame me."

Carter expertly pulled a hairdryer from her suitcase, standing behind her and running his fingers through her long hair.

Every stroke of his fingers was incredibly gentle, treating her like a precious treasure.

Emma pressed her lips together. Just as she started getting used to the intimate atmosphere, her hair was mostly dry.

Carter then retrieved her hair oil, warming it carefully in his hands before applying it to her ends.

"How did you know I use this after drying my hair?"

Seeing his practiced movements, Emma eyed him suspiciously in the mirror.

A smug look of wanting praise flickered across Carter's composed face.

"Your hair always smells amazing after a shower. When I was packing, I opened every bottle to check the scent, just to make sure I didn't bring the wrong one."

Emma was surprised by his attentiveness and even more caught off guard by the hint of pride in his tone.

But she didn't have much time to dwell on it.

Carter turned off the lights. She lay rigidly on the mattress, inching as close to the edge as she dared.

Sharing a bed with someone else felt incredibly strange.

Just as Emma managed to scoot to the very edge, an arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her firmly back against a warm chest.

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