Lullaby 295

hapter 295

She’d barely squeezed toothpaste onto her brush when Tanya burst into the bathroom, eyes wide with disbelief. “Elissa, this is a property deed. The place is in your name.”

Elissa froze, toothbrush halfway to her mouth.

“Did Rowan give you this?” Tanya asked, not really surprised.

Elissa shook her head, hesitated, then said, “It must’ve been Frank.”

There was no one else it could be.

On the way to the clinic, they hit a stretch of traffic so bad it felt like the street had been sedated–absolutely paralyzed.

Tanya, unbothered by road rage, took advantage of the standstill to shoot Elissa a mischievous look. “So… last night, did you two actually go all the way, or just up to that point?”

Elissa’s ears went pink. She avoided Tanya’s gaze, her voice dropping. “Sort of… halfway.”

Tanya blinked, puzzled. “What does halfway mean?”

With her closest friend beside her, Elissa tried to swallow her embarrassment. “It… um, didn’t even really get started before it was

over.”

Tanya’s eyes went comically wide. “He finished already?”

Sharp as ever.

Seeing Elissa drop her head even lower, Tanya tried to hold it together, but finally had to turn away and bite her lip to stifle her laughter–her shoulders were shaking with the effort.

Elissa sighed, half–exasperated, half–amused. “Go ahead and laugh if you

want.”

Last night…

Honestly, she’d nearly lost it herself. At one point, she’d even thought

about telling Rowan their little contract could go in the trash. It was

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pointless.

“Seriously?” Tanya turned back, barely getting the word out before she caught Elissa’s resigned expression and lost it completely. “Oh my God, hahahaha!”

Who could blame her?

Mr. Murphy, the famously unflappable tycoon, a kingpin in the world of money and power–brought down by bedroom antics.

But then, something seemed to cross Tanya’s mind, and her laughter faded.

She scratched her nose, awkwardly. “So, tell me, do you think Rowan seems… well, unhealthy? You know, that way?”

She trusted Elissa’s medical expertise. You didn’t need to take a pulse; observation and listening were just as important in diagnosing someone. Elissa shook her head. “No, he seems perfectly healthy. I really don’t think

that’s the issue.”

If anything, she was starting to doubt herself.

“Then…” Tanya hesitated, “I guess he’s just never been with a woman before. Got a little too excited. Honestly, I’m shocked–he’s so… devoted.” In their world, faithful men were rare enough, let alone someone who’d kept himself untouched.

Meanwhile, in his study across town, the man who’d managed thirty years of abstinence sat at his desk, his expression as serious as if he were negotiating a million–dollar deal.