Chapter 623
Chapter 623:
“Who said I agreed to remarry you p>
She didn’t realize that to Cole, her pout was absolutely irresistible. Without thinking, he dipped his head and kissed her lips.
“Ah!” she gasped, caught off guard. The kiss came out of nowhere, and a spark of anger flared inside her. They were divorced. She hadn’t even agreed to remarry him. Yet, the moment she got in his car, he started clinging—hugging her, kissing her hair, her forehead, and now her lips. This was too much.
She turned her face away and pushed against his chest with her fists.
“Don’t! We’re divorced. Stop touching me and let me go p>
But Cole just smiled, triumphant. He had finally kissed the lips he’d longed for, and it felt like heaven.
“After all this time, you don’t miss me at all p>
“Not even a little,” she said flatly. And it was true. Not because she didn’t want to—but because she couldn’t afford to. Lately, she’d barely been sleeping, her mind consumed with research on psychephrenia. She was too drained to think about him.
Her cold answer seemed to crush him. His voice dropped, wounded yet playful.
“But I miss you like crazy. I’ve had little appetite and found myself restless. I miss your sweet words, the feeling of holding you at night, and most of all, the taste of your kisses p>
“Stop talking!” Elliana clamped a hand over his mouth, her face burning with embarrassment. The partition was up, but it wasn’t soundproof. His words were beyond mortifying.
In the front seat, Myles and the driver shared a look of pure disbelief. The composed Cole they knew had just shattered into a hopeless romantic.
Who would’ve guessed that the cold and powerful man they worked for could be this lovesick and shameless?
But Cole didn’t care one bit. When Elliana covered his mouth, he simply kissed her palm.
A jolt of heat shot through her hand. She yanked it away like it had caught fire. Only then did she realize their position was impossibly intimate. Somehow, he had maneuvered her onto his lap so that she was straddling his hips—a scandalous pose that left little to the imagination. Her face turned red as the thought hit her. She pushed at his shoulders, panicking.
“Let me go p>
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But Cole’s arms clamped around her slim waist like steel bands. No matter how she twisted, she couldn’t break free. The more she struggled, the closer he pressed her against him.
She could feel his warmth through her thin dress. She heard his steady heartbeat. His breath brushed her cheek. They hadn’t had sex before the divorce, but they had shared enough closeness to stir old feelings. This compromising position brought it all rushing back, charging the air between them with a familiar, dangerous tension.
“Cole, put me down!” she snapped, her voice sharp and breathless.
He didn’t budge. Instead, he calmly shifted the topic.
“You know, the gift I really wanted to give you wasn’t the candy company or the diamond mine. Not the houses, cars, yachts, or planes. It was something else entirely p>