Chapter 496: Chapter 496



He promptly stepped back out.

“Your belongings… please remove them.”

Katherine smiled seductively as she slowly approached him, her breath imbued with the invigorating scent of mint, adding an intoxicating allure to the moment. But Shawn didn’t calm down.

“Sorry, Shawn.”

Shawn scarcely registered her words; his thoughts remained entranced by the lingering image of her lingerie, which occupied his mind like an irresistible siren’s call.

It was difficult to ascertain whether Katherine had orchestrated the display intentionally.

She entered to fetch her lingerie, and as she glided past Shawn again, he resolved to take a daring gamble.

“Ah!” Katherine exclaimed in surprise as Shawn seized her wrist, pinning her against the door with assertive intensity.

“Are you hinting at something?”

Katherine swallowed hard, feeling a sense of intimidation from the smoldering desire that flickered in Shawn’s eyes.

“What am I hinting at?”

“You tell me.”

Shawn wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her closer. His firm chest pressed against her with such intensity that it felt as though it might crush her ribs.

“Let go!”

Katherine’s protest was abruptly silenced as Shawn leaned in, capturing her lips with a fervent kiss. His kiss was full of desire, pouring forth all the pent-up passion he had been holding in. Katherine had deliberately crafted a suggestive atmosphere, and Shawn had taken the bait, drawing her in as well.

Shawn lifted her onto the sink, eagerly guiding her hand to explore the contours of his body with a mix of urgency and desire. He took great pride in his well-defined abs, which Katherine had always admired from afar. Now, he allowed her to feel their tautness beneath her fingertips.

Katherine’s rationality asserted itself. She regarded Shawn with calm, piercing eyes that reflected her clarity of thought amidst the fervor.

“Are you Frankie?”

Shawn gulped audibly, his throat tightening as his gaze fixated on Katherine.

“So what if I am Frankie? And what if I’m not?” Katherine’s gaze held firm, unflinching and resolute, a steady intensity that seemed impervious to distraction.

“Shawn, I loathe deceit with every fiber of my being. If you truly are Frankie, then all you’re doing is toying with my emotions. Those who dare trifle with my emotions will regret it.”

Shawn was startled by the gravity in her tone.

“And what if I’m not?”

“You are.” Katherine fixed her gaze on him, her eyes sharp.

“I have a hunch.”

Shawn persisted, “What if I’m not?”

Katherine hesitated for a brief two seconds, the corners of her mouth slowly descending. She shoved Shawn aside with sudden force, then adjusted her loose robe, pulling it up with a sharp, almost defiant motion.

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