Chapter 61
Moira sat in the car, took a deep breath to calm herself, and then drove out of the neighborhood. She was heading back to Emberfall Heights, thinking, Virgil should be at the office by now!
Her plan was to pack up her things, move them to Zea’s place, and then find a chance to sit down and talk things through with Virgil. She punched In the code, and the door clicked open.
She walked into the living room and immediately spotted a silver–gray 28–inch suitcase. She also saw Virgil sitting on the couch, holding a cigarette and talking on the phone.
Their
eyes
met, and a thought suddenly flashed through her mind. Before she could stop herself, she blurted out. You don’t need to move out I’m the one who should be leaving
Virgil hung up the phone, stubbed out his cigarette, and stood up. His dark eyes locked onto her, I just got back from a business trip?
Moira was left speechless.
“Sorry I didn’t reply to your message sooner. I called you last night, but your phone was off,” Virgil said.
Moira’s phone had been on airplane mode after midnight. She thought. So, he called me in the early hours!”
“It probably ran out of battery, she muttered
The room fell silent for a few seconds, then Virgil spoke again, his tone calm but firm, “I remember telling you, Ms. Elliott, that if there’s anything. you can always talk to me directly. Stop mentioning divorce so casually.”
Hearing him call her “Ms. Elliou” made Moira feel an unexpected chill. He didn’t seem angry, but his expression was colder than usual, even for him, making her feel a little more intimidated.
Without warning, he started walking toward her.
Moira noticed he was dressed in a black shirt and black pants: exuding a sharp, almost oppressive energy. It was the same man, but something about him felt unfamiliar, even intimidating
Instinctively, she took a step back. When her back hit the wall, she was cornered. His shadow loomed over her, and the familiar scent of pine filled her senses.
Her heart raced. Under his intense gaze, she still forced herself to speak, her voice barely a whisper. Im sorry”
Virgil cupped her chin gently, brushing his thumb across her red lips. A lazy smile curled on his lips, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Seems like your memory isn’t so good, Moira.”
She tried to say something, but before she could, he leaned in and marmured, “Consider this a punishment”
And then, he kissed her.
For a few seconds, her mind went blank, but then her body began to fight against him.
It wasn’t their first kiss–he’d kissed her once before when he was drunk–but this was different, He didn’t stop after a quick peck. No, this time he kissed her deeply, forcefully, relentlessly.
When it finally ended, he deliberately bit her lip. The pain was sharps, and she winced. Looking at his lips stained with blood, she realized he had broken the skin.
“Three stars,” he said in a low voice. “I hope this is the last one.
Staring into his dark, intense eyes, Moira felt her heart skip a beat. She had come here to talk about divorce, but now, the works wouldn’t come
can ton afraud of what he might do next.
Maybe it was the heat in the nom, De the overwhelming tension between them, but her face turned a faint shade of pink. She always seemed to
usli so rapily
Virgil had been holding back his anger, but after the kiss, it seemed like he had let it out. Now, looking down at Moira in his arms–her eyes wet, her
er flushed with anger and frustration his expression grew even more intense.
He narrowed his eyes, his voice low and rough. “So, do you want to do it again?
11:24 AM
