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    He rose, leaning over her, his shadow falling across the bed. “My dear wife,” he murmured, his voice a velvet tease.


    Yvonne’s breath hitched. She scooted back, her back pressing against the headboard, but there was nowhere to go.


    He loomed closer, his presence a quiet storm, overwhelming yet maic.


    Her eyes darted away, but his fingers found her chin, tilting her face until their gazes locked. “If you want to thank me, perhaps show it another way.”


    Before she could muster a reply, his lips imed hers, firm and unhurried.


    The kiss deepened, their breaths mingling, and she felt herself soften, her resistance melting under the weight of his touch.


    Her hands found his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as she lost herself in the moment.


    Her eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy and her cheeks flushed.


    Norton pulled back, his lips grazing her jaw, then her neck, trailing fire toward her corbone. His intentions were clear, written in the deliberate path of his kisses.


    Yvonne’s heart raced, a flicker of defiance sparking. She pressed a hand against his chest, pushing lightly, but he was faster. He caught her wrist, pinning it above her head with one hand while the other continued its slow exploration.


    The air grew thick, charged with unspoken promises. Her dress slipped from her shoulder, his jacket discarded in a careless heap. Piece by piece, their barriers fell.


    The phone’s shrill cry sliced through the haze, jarring and unwee. Norton’s jaw tightened, irritation shing across his face. He shot a re at the nightstand, where the phone vibrated insistently. With a low growl, he reached for it, his thumb hovering over the screen, ready to silence the intrusion.


    Norton froze the instant his eyes caught the name shing on the screen. It was his grandpa.


    Without hesitation, he set aside what he was doing and answered the call.


    On the other end, the butler’s voice came through, filled with urgency. “Sir, something’s wrong. Your grandpa just copsed!”


    Norton shot to his feet, keeping his voice steady and focused as he responded while assessing the situation. “Don’t panic. Get him to the hospital immediately. I’m on my way.”


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    Yvonne, who had overheard everything, picked up the tie Norton had tossed carelessly onto the bed and handed it to him.


    Norton took it from her silently.


    Both moved quickly, throwing on their clothes before heading to the hospital listed by the butler.


    Inside the car, silence stretched between them. A thick tension settled into the air.


    Yvonne’s hands curled into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms from the weight of worry.


    Seeing her clench so hard, Norton gently reached over, uncurling each finger with care. He rubbed her palms, now reddened from pressure, and thenced his fingers through hers.


    With a warm grip wrapped around her hand, he said gently, “It’ll be alright. Grandpa will pull through.”


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