The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 125

Elara opened her eyes, struggling to adjust to the light. Her vision was slightly blurry.

Zane leaned over and said softly, "I'm going to get some things to help take off your makeup."

Elara came to her senses, mumbling, "It's fine... I'll get up and take a shower in a minute."

Zane coaxed her gently, "Let me clean your face first. It'll save you the trouble when you wash up."

Elara didn't protest. She closed her eyes, and it was hard to tell if she had fallen back asleep.

Zane went to the bathroom for warm water. While searching her makeup bag for remover, he noticed a vibrator lying right next to it.

He froze.

An ordinary man might have assumed it was just a facial massager, but he owned The Sapphire Lounge, and the club sold high-end intimate toys.

His club carried this exact model. It was quite expensive.

Did she...

Did she use these kinds of toys too?

Staring at the device and thinking about its purpose, Zane's chest tightened. His breathing hitched.

Late at night, in those moments, who was she thinking of?

For him, in those moments—every unspeakable, feverish moment—he only ever thought of her. Every version of her, unchanged.

From the radiant young girl of their youth to the devastatingly alluring woman she was now...

Every single time, it was her.

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When Zane didn't return after a while, Elara felt the urge to use the restroom. She forced herself to sit up, barefoot, and stumbled unsteadily toward the walk-in closet. The bathroom was just beyond it, and she figured she might as well take a shower.

Instead, she found Zane standing there, holding the vibrator, lost in thought.

Startled, Elara lunged forward to snatch it from his hand. But losing her balance, she crashed straight into him, sending them both tumbling onto the soft ottoman inside the closet.

Terrified she would get hurt, Zane instinctively wrapped his arms tight around her waist.

She struggled to push herself up, but exhausted and intoxicated, her hands braced against his chest only managed to rub against him until he went completely hard.

He held his breath, not daring to move an inch.

Feeling him press heavily against her, she froze too.

His arms were locked around her waist. It was summer, their clothes were thin, and their bodies were pressed flush against each other. An indescribable, surging impulse swelled from the depths of Elara's core.

She wanted it.

She wanted to cross the line.

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