The Rose He Showed Off Is Putting Down Roots in a Garden of Her Own novel Chapter 89

On his way down, Zane clipped the side table, sending a cup of water cascading over both of them.

Zane violently cursed his own clumsiness.

Even if he was perfectly sober, he had to play the drunk card now. Otherwise, what did this look like?

Assault?

Elara, having already assumed he was completely wasted, didn't suspect a thing. She only thanked God the sofa was plush leather and not hardwood, or she'd have two massive lumps on the back of her head.

"I... I'm so sorry," Zane stammered, trying to push himself up. But his hand slipped on the water-slicked leather, and his entire body collapsed right back down on top of hers.

Elara gasped in shock, completely pinned.

He was heavy, and a soft, breathless sound escaped her lips.

That single, quiet gasp seared straight into Zane's chest, and his body reacted instantly.

Mortified, Zane froze, not daring to move a single muscle.

Having been married to Julian for seven years, Elara wasn't a naive teenager. She felt the immediate shift against her hip, and her face flushed crimson.

She didn't realize this was a direct physiological response to her.

She just assumed he was naturally... well-endowed.

Size was relative, after all. Some men were big, some were small.

But remembering the vicious society rumors about his alleged infertility and impotence, she felt a flicker of confusion. Did size really have nothing to do with function?

After all, she hadn't managed to get pregnant in seven years either.

Because Elara harbored absolutely no romantic intentions toward Zane, her mind immediately wandered into clinical speculation.

Zane, however, was very much focused on the present. With her soft, intoxicating body pressed beneath him, their hot breaths mingling, and her red lips mere inches away, his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard...

*I want to kiss her...*

*Ding-dong! Ding-dong!*

The sharp blare of the doorbell shattered the tension, startling them both.

Zane bolted upright like he'd been electrocuted, while Elara frantically smoothed down her dress.

Her instinct was to hide, but Zane held up a hand. "I'll go see who it is," he whispered.

He walked to the entryway and checked the security monitor.

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