Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322: Stay longer

Lennox’s POV 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

I didn’t rush through the food. Partly because it was still hot, partly because... I didn’t want her to leave. The silence between us wasn’t the cold, biting kind from before—it was warmer now, softer, filled with unspoken things I wasn’t ready to let out yet. Her eyes kept drifting to my face as if she wanted to say something, but each time, she swallowed it back. I could feel her through the bond—guilt still sitting heavy in her chest, mingled with relief that I was eating.

When I set the fork down, she reached for the tray, but I caught her wrist. "Leave it," I said quietly. "Stay here a little longer."

Her lips parted, but she didn’t argue. Instead, she shifted so her knees were tucked up on the bed, facing me fully. I studied her for a moment before inhaling deeply. "I’m sorry for the way I reacted, Olivia... yes, you have every reason to still doubt me," I said softly, but she shook her head.

"No... I was not supposed to conclude. I should have trusted you and waited for you to return," she said.

I inhaled again and moved onto the bed so I was seated beside her, turning sideways to see her face clearly as I spoke. "Olivia, I want you to know I will never hurt you again. This is a vow. I love you so much. You don’t know... you’ll probably never truly know... how deep it runs. There is no woman alive who could ever compare to you—not in beauty, not in soul. I will never glance at another woman, let alone touch her. My body, my spirit, my soul—they’re all yours."

Her eyes widened slightly, but I didn’t stop. I reached up, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my thumb lingering on her cheek. "You have no idea how tightly you have me wrapped around your fingers, Olivia. You could close your hand, and I’d come running without a thought. You’re not just in my heart—you are my heart. Every breath I take is for you. And nothing, no one, will ever change that."

Her lips trembled, and for a second, she looked like she might cry, but I pulled her up and made her sit on my lap while she stared at me with conflicted eyes.

"I’m sorry... I shouldn’t have reacted that way..." She did not let me finish my words before sealing her lips with mine. I groaned, deepening the kiss, pouring every raw emotion I had for her into it. Her mouth moved hungrily against mine, tasting and claiming, as though she was terrified to let go. My hand slid to the back of her neck, holding her in place, while the other gripped her waist and pulled her flush against me. The bond between us throbbed—raw, intoxicating—until I finally broke away, resting my forehead against hers, breath ragged.

My voice was rough when I asked, "Have you forgiven me?"

Her lips curled slowly into a smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief. "That," she murmured, her tone dripping with challenge, "depends... on your performance."

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