The Scorned Heiress's Hidden Empire (by Jade Quinn) novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351

The moon slipped behind the clouds.

The room fell into darkness.

Chris’s arms tightened around her, pulling her close. He buried his face against her neck, his lips brushing lightly over the pulse at her throat.

It was so soft she didn’t feel it in her sleep.

She had showered before bed. The walk-in closet only had silk nightgowns. The size fit her perfectly. The length,

too.

But with the way he held her, the thin straps had slipped off her shoulders and fallen down her arms.

As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he lifted his head from her neck. A faint, intoxicating scent drifted into his senses.

He lowered his head again, his nose grazing something impossibly soft.

As she shifted unconsciously in her sleep, that softness brushed against his lips.

The restraint he had held onto all day snapped in an instant.

The sleep oil worked too well.

Winter slept deeply.

In her dreams, she sometimes felt like she was drowning, unable to breathe. Other times, she felt wrapped in warmth, like leaning against a heater.

When she finally woke, she shifted her sore right hand and sat up.

The curtains were drawn tight. Not a sliver of light came through.

But the sitting area was lit. Soft light filtered through a screen, dim enough not to disturb her sleep, yet enough to keep the room from feeling completely dark.

She had no idea what time it was.

Out of habit, she turned to look for her phone, then remembered she hadn’t brought it.

She was alone.

She got out of bed, her feet touching the floor. The hem of her nightgown slid down from her thighs to her calves.

She walked over and pulled open the floor-to-ceiling curtains.

Bright sunlight flooded in.

She instinctively shut her eyes and stepped back. When they adjusted, she realized the sun was already high overhead.

It was noon.

She had slept that long.

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