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Victor's gaze darkened as he turned back. "Elena Bennett, you really are full of tricks."
She frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Advancing on her, he hissed, "Don't play dumb. So eager to sleep with me, are you?"
He stopped inches away and hooked a finger beneath her chin.
With a look of distaste, Elena slapped his hand aside.
She scratched her arm—it tingled. Glancing down, she saw angry red welts blooming across her skin.
Victor frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
The itching spread; she clawed first at her arm, then at her neck.
Victor narrowed his eyes, yanked her closer, and tugged open her collar. "Why are there so many hives?"
It looked like an allergic reaction, yet she could not recall eating any seafood today.
She shook her head. "I have no idea."
"Let me see." Victor pulled her into his arms to inspect her.
Elena clamped a hand over her neckline. "Don't touch me."
Irritation flashed in his eyes. "Spare me the virginal act, Elena. Didn't you lock me in here yourself? What—now I'm not even allowed to lay a finger on you?"
"There must be some misunderstanding, President Whitmore. I have no wish to be accused of coveting my sister's fiancé." Skirting around him, she reached the door and tugged twice; it didn't budge. "What's going on?"
Victor let out a cold snort and closed in, caging her between the door and his chest. "I never pegged you for such a good actress. Just the two of us in your bedroom—if we don't do something, wouldn't that waste all your hard work?"
Pressing against the wood, Elena forced out, "You think I locked the door?"
"Maybe you didn't turn the key yourself, but you're smart enough to use Grandpa's favoritism. You were the one who begged to break off the engagement, and now you're pulling stunt after stunt just to get my attention. Congratulations—you have it."
He pinched her chin again, leaning closer.
Elena's brows knitted. 'Does he actually believe I still want him? Am I so pathetic that after a year of being trampled by the man I loved, I'd cling to him like this?'
Turning her face away, she said firmly, "You've misunderstood me, President Whitmore. I meant every word about canceling the engagement, and I certainly don't court your attention."
Her earnest tone struck Victor as downright laughable.
Gripping her chin harder, he sneered, "That mouth of yours is impressive. Let's see how long you can keep up the act."
With that, he lowered his head and crushed his lips to hers.
Eyes wide, Elena shoved him away. "Victor Whitmore! Are you insane? You already have Annabelle—haven't you ruined my life enough?"
Her chest heaved with fury—rage so fierce it made her tremble.
Victor cocked an irreverent smile. "Know when to stop, Elena. A smart woman quits while she's ahead."
Clutching her chest, Elena found each breath harder than the last.
Elena rasped, "Get out—just get out!"
Her knees buckled without warning; she dropped onto the carpet, pressed a trembling hand over her heart, and sucked in ragged, desperate breaths.
Victor's expression changed in a flash. "Elena Bennett, what's happening to you?"
She frowned. "What are you talking about?"
Advancing on her, he hissed, "Don't play dumb. So eager to sleep with me, are you?"
He stopped inches away and hooked a finger beneath her chin.
With a look of distaste, Elena slapped his hand aside.
She scratched her arm—it tingled. Glancing down, she saw angry red welts blooming across her skin.
Victor frowned. "What's wrong with you?"
The itching spread; she clawed first at her arm, then at her neck.
Victor narrowed his eyes, yanked her closer, and tugged open her collar. "Why are there so many hives?"
It looked like an allergic reaction, yet she could not recall eating any seafood today.
She shook her head. "I have no idea."
"Let me see." Victor pulled her into his arms to inspect her.
Elena clamped a hand over her neckline. "Don't touch me."
Irritation flashed in his eyes. "Spare me the virginal act, Elena. Didn't you lock me in here yourself? What—now I'm not even allowed to lay a finger on you?"
"There must be some misunderstanding, President Whitmore. I have no wish to be accused of coveting my sister's fiancé." Skirting around him, she reached the door and tugged twice; it didn't budge. "What's going on?"
Victor let out a cold snort and closed in, caging her between the door and his chest. "I never pegged you for such a good actress. Just the two of us in your bedroom—if we don't do something, wouldn't that waste all your hard work?"
Pressing against the wood, Elena forced out, "You think I locked the door?"
"Maybe you didn't turn the key yourself, but you're smart enough to use Grandpa's favoritism. You were the one who begged to break off the engagement, and now you're pulling stunt after stunt just to get my attention. Congratulations—you have it."
He pinched her chin again, leaning closer.
Elena's brows knitted. 'Does he actually believe I still want him? Am I so pathetic that after a year of being trampled by the man I loved, I'd cling to him like this?'
Turning her face away, she said firmly, "You've misunderstood me, President Whitmore. I meant every word about canceling the engagement, and I certainly don't court your attention."
Her earnest tone struck Victor as downright laughable.
Gripping her chin harder, he sneered, "That mouth of yours is impressive. Let's see how long you can keep up the act."
With that, he lowered his head and crushed his lips to hers.
Eyes wide, Elena shoved him away. "Victor Whitmore! Are you insane? You already have Annabelle—haven't you ruined my life enough?"
Her chest heaved with fury—rage so fierce it made her tremble.
Victor cocked an irreverent smile. "Know when to stop, Elena. A smart woman quits while she's ahead."
Clutching her chest, Elena found each breath harder than the last.
Elena rasped, "Get out—just get out!"
Her knees buckled without warning; she dropped onto the carpet, pressed a trembling hand over her heart, and sucked in ragged, desperate breaths.
Victor's expression changed in a flash. "Elena Bennett, what's happening to you?"
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