The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 132

Chapter 132

Aria’s POV

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Devon captured my chin between his thumb and forefinger, his eyes lingering on my lips.

“Look at that,” he mused, his voice low and amused. “It seems Ms. Harper isn’t always so polished in

everything she does.”

My cheeks burned, the warmth spreading down my neck. I was far more accustomed to boardroom negotiations than bedroom encounters. “Compared to business deals, I admit this is an area where my

experience is… somewhat limited.”

His eyes darkened at my confession. I noticed his breathing deepen slightly, his gaze intensifying as if he found my admission intriguing. He released my chin and moved to stand by the floor–to–ceiling windows. I remained on the bed, watching him, my heart racing with anticipation. I found myself studying the way his shoulders tensed beneath his shirt, the precise angle of his jaw as he turned to look at the city lights.

“Come here,” he commanded softly.

I slid off the bed and walked toward him, the plush carpet soft beneath my bare feet. When I reached him, he placed his hands on my shoulders, his touch warm and firm, turning me to face the glittering city below. I could feel the heat of his chest against my back, not quite touching but close enough that I was acutely

aware of his presence.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” he murmured against my ear, his breath warm on my neck.

Before I could respond, he swept me into his arms. I gasped in surprise as he carried me back to the bed, my arms instinctively wrapping around his neck. He deposited me onto the center of his massive mattress. Looking up at him, I felt vulnerable yet strangely secure. His eyes held mine, intense and searching, as if

trying to read my thoughts.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for his touch, my breath shallow with anticipation.

But the touch never came.

When I opened my eyes, Devon was standing at the bedside table, pulling out an elegant leather portfolio. His face had changed completely the warmth vanished, replaced by cool professionalism.

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“Contracts,” he said coolly. “I believe we should address the formalities first.”

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I blinked in confusion, struggling to keep up with his sudden change in mood. Sitting up, I smoothed my dress and tried to reclaim some composure, though my lushed cheeks and slightly parted lips likely

betrayed my disappointment.

He handed me the leather portfolio. Inside was a carefully prepared agreement detailing the monthly. payments I would have to make after I agreed to trade with him. The figures made my heart skip–this would more than solve our immediate financial problems.

“These terms are quite generous,” I said, scanning the document, my voice slightly huskier than intended.

I always pay fair market value for what I want,” he replied, his voice businesslike, eyes fixed on the

contract rather than me.

I flipped through the pages, noting the detailed clauses about exclusivity, time commitments, and the precise nature of our arrangement. Devon sat beside me, maintaining a careful distance that felt deliberate.

“No further questions? No negotiation?” he asked, one eyebrow raised when I reached for the pen. A slight

crease appeared between his brows.

I met his gaze directly as I signed my name with a flourish. “Kane’s reputation for fair dealings precedes him. Besides,” I added with a small smile, “compared to someone like Ethan Blake, these terms are

positively magnanimous.”

As soon as Ethan’s name left my lips, I noticed a change in Devon’s demeanor. His shoulders tensed, his eyes narrowed slightly. The air between us seemed to cool instantly.

I extended my hand. “To a successful partnership.”

The change in his expression was subtle but unmistakable–his eyes cooled, his jaw tightened. He shook my hand mechanically, his grip perfunctory, releasing i quickly.

“I have matters to attend to,‘ he said abruptly, rising from the bed. “Marcus will handle the remaining

details.”

He strode to his closet, leaving me confused by the sudden shift. His back was rigid, his movements sharp and controlled. I followed, watching as he selected a fresh shirt and tie, his fingers moving with practiced

efficiency.

“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, genuinely puzzle, searching his face for any clue to his sudden

coldness.

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Devon’s movements were precise as he buttoned his shirt. His face remained expressionless, but I noticed a muscle working in his jaw. “According to our newly signed agreement, you don’t have the right to question

my whereabouts or activities.”

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