Chapter 362

If she had, she wouldn't be so completely at his mercy now.

"So what if it's the office?" His entire being radiated a reckless disregard for the rules. His lips left hers, trailing soft, urgent kisses across her brow and eyelids. "Elissa, if you dare get back with Frank, I'll do more than just kiss you at the office."

"I'll come to your wedding. I'll come to your home." Rowan seemed to have run out of options, his words turning wild. "Do you believe me? I'll kiss you just like this, right in front of him."

"Are you insane?!" Elissa snapped, finally pushed over the edge. She kicked out, her foot connecting sharply with his shin. "Rowan, what the hell do you want?"

"Hiss..." Rowan hadn't expected her to strike so hard. The blow caught him off guard. Hearing her question, he let out a bitter laugh. "What do I want? You can't see it? You can't feel it?"

What else could he possibly want? He wanted her.

...

Her expression faltered. Yes. She probably did know what he meant. He had made it so clear that day. She had even been swayed, nearly ready to let go of

the past.

But now, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. After so many years of cautious solitude, she had learned not to prioritize something as fleeting as emotions. She knew her most important task used to be hiding her true self, and she knew exactly what she had to do now.

Elissa stared at him, took a deep breath, and finally asked the question that had been hovering between them. "Rowan, if your grandmother and I were both drowning, who would you save?"

Women of Janice Garrett's generation rarely knew how to swim. Rowan knew his grandmother was completely helpless in the water.

His brow twitched, but he didn't avoid the question. Without hesitation, he replied, "I'd save one with each hand."

Unbelievable. Elissa almost wanted to give him a thumbs-up. A cold smile touched her lips. "Then go ahead. Saving your grandmother is enough."

With that, she wrenched her arm free and turned to leave. She knew his excuse about the data was just a pretext to get her up here.

Rowan started to follow, but a sharp pain shot through his leg, making him wince. He watched her walk away, her back straight and resolute. He licked his teeth, then sucked in another breath.

"Ms. Drummond, you just broke my leg. Take one more step, and I'm calling the police."

Elissa froze, looking back with suspicion. She saw him grimacing, leaning heavily on the desk as if he couldn't move. For a moment, she wasn't sure what to believe. A Break was unlikely, but in her anger she had used all her strength. It couldn't have been a light kick, though she was surprised his sturdy frame was so fragile.

She frowned but didn't move. "What do you want me to do?"

Rowan leaned against the desk, extending the injured leg. "Fix it," he said, his tone perfectly reasonable.

Elissa pursed her lips, walked back, and crouched down, rolling up his pant leg to inspect the damage. What she saw surprised her in just a few moments, the area had become incredibly red, swollen, and bruised. She started to wonder if she really was that strong.

She gently probed the area around the swelling. "It's not broken, but it is pretty

bad. You need to ice it first, then apply some ointment for a few days."

"Fine," Rowan said, not arguing. He nodded casually. "Then you can ice it and put the ointment on for me."

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