Shredded Vows: The Billionaire’s Secret Heir novel Chapter 13

Deep down, Lydia was thrilled that Gideon had come back.

But she refused to show it. In the past, she had loved him in an agonizingly submissive way. Now, as a writer with millions of readers who saw her as their beacon of light, she had to maintain her dignity.

Stepping out of the shower, she felt a pang of disappointment when she didn't see Gideon in the bedroom.

But when she glanced out the window and saw his car still parked in the courtyard, a wave of relief washed over her.

Was he going to stay the night?

Just knowing that he was somewhere inside this massive house made her feel closer to him.

She always wanted to explain herself, but he consistently refused to believe her.

Because of that, she no longer knew how to act around him.

In the adjacent study, massive bookshelves lined the walls, filled with rare collector's editions and prestigious awards.

Gideon sat at the desk, his long fingers pinching The Filigree Bracelet as he held it up to the light.

The light hit the metal, reflecting a profound luster and casting a long, blurry shadow of the bracelet across the desk.

The charms on the bracelet clinked softly against his fingers, the faint metallic sound strikingly clear in the quiet study.

His brows knitted together, his expression impossibly heavy, suffocated by an emotion he couldn't name.

Recalling that sin-drenched evening, Gideon suddenly clenched the bracelet in his fist. His face turned ice-cold, his knuckles whitening as he forced the memories down.

A moment later, he slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, took a shower, and walked into the master bedroom.

Walking in with a glass of warm milk, Lydia jumped slightly when she saw him sitting on the bed in a bathrobe. She just stood there, staring at him.

"Are you sleeping here tonight?"

"Where else?" Gideon stared at her intensely. Her dark, silken hair tumbled over her shoulders, and even without makeup, she exuded a natural, captivating grace.

Remembering his madness and cruelty from that day, combined with the dark look on his face right now, a chill ran down Lydia's spine.

"I'm bored of the women outside, so I don't mind sleeping with the one at home," he said smoothly, acting like a complete bastard. "If you satisfy me, I promise to come back once a week."

Wow.

Just wow.

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