The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 242

Riley didn't understand. "What do you mean?"

Winona put on a mysterious expression. "I can't tell you just yet. The time isn't right."

Riley smiled. She was being secretive, but if Winona didn't want to elaborate, she wouldn't press the issue. Prying too deeply into the secrets of elite families would do her no good.

The two chatted a bit more before wandering around the mall. They had dinner together that evening, and then Winona dropped Riley off at The Grand Regency.

That night, Pierce initiated a video call, saying he wanted to see Alora. He would call every few days, but since Alora couldn't talk yet, it was mostly just him and Riley speaking.

More accurately, Pierce did most of the talking. He would update her on his life, how busy work was, what new projects he had taken on, or where he was traveling for business.

Riley wasn't particularly interested in hearing any of this. After all, they were divorced, and he had no obligation to report the mundane details of his life to her.

But he never crossed the line, and he always asked to see Alora first before shifting to casual conversation. He was, after all, Alora's father. She couldn't bring herself to be completely cold, so she merely humored him with absentminded replies.

After hanging up the call, Riley played with Alora for a while. Her daughter was over four months old now, had sprouted a tiny baby tooth, and was happily gnawing on teething biscuits.

Eventually, Mrs. Gable took Alora to her room to sleep.

Riley took a shower and then called Quinn Logan to ask about the renovation progress at the orphanage. They caught up on work and life, and after hanging up, Riley read a medical book for a while before drifting off to sleep.

In her dreams, she found herself back on her wedding night with Pierce.

She had been drugged by Seraphina. Her mind was a hazy fog, her vision blurred. She only vaguely recalled that the man hovering above her had an incredibly powerful core. She remembered clinging to his tight, narrow waist, sobbing softly.

The drugs made her crave more, but her body was so exhausted she could hardly bear it. She wanted the man on top of her to stop.

The torment of wanting but not being able to take it, of wanting to stop but being unable to, was like heaven and hell at the same time, driving her to the brink of collapse.

Through her blurred vision, she saw the man's deeply cut v-line. Her gaze drifted higher, taking in his mesmerizing abdominal muscles. Gradually, her vision cleared, and she could distinctly count his eight-pack.

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