His features were flawless and delicate.
Even while asleep, he radiated a cold aura.
Jennifer extended her finger, tracing the contours of his eyebrows and then his nose.
She was completely captivated by him.
She found herself unable to resist him, from his face to his physique, and especially his deep eyes.
As she noticed his gaze locked onto her, she snapped back to reality.
She examined Hilliard closely and realized he had been awake and was watching her as well.
She hastily withdrew her hand and explained, âDonât misunderstand me!
Last night, my mother accidentally locked the door to your room.
You held me in your arms and didnât release me.
After helping you clean up, I was so exhausted that I ended up falling asleep on your bed.
Nothing inappropriate happened!â
Hilliard flashed a smile.
âIf nothing happened, why are you so flustered?â
âIâm not flustered at all,â she protested as her cheeks flushed.
His ears turned red as well.
âWell, about last night.
â He could recall nearly everything that happened.
After a momentâs thought, he changed the subject.
âIâll take full responsibility for everything that happened last night.
â
Suddenly, Jennifer rose from the bed and exclaimed, âLast night, nothing happened between us.
The bodyguard escorted you to your room, and I helped you clean up.
Then, we both fell asleep in the same bed.
Thatâs the whole story! Thereâs nothing to take responsibility for!â
She hurriedly left the bed and slammed the door as if she were trying to escape.
When Presley finally arrived to open the door, Jennifer rushed back to her room.
Watching her retreating figure, Presley grinned and turned to Hilliard, who was leaning against the headboard.
She then said, âMr.
Simmons, about last nightâ¦â
He interrupted, âMrs.
Turner, donât worry.
Regardless of what happened last night, I want to get married to her.
â
Presley understood.
She gave him an approving nod before leaving.
During breakfast in the dining room, the only sounds were the clinking of tableware against porcelain bowls.