Chapter 165


    Chloe swiftly swapped her frown for a beam. “Mr. Yeager, you know I adore you.”


    After grinding the beans for what felt like an eternity, she brewed Den a cup of straight–up


    Americano.


    The man finally began to sip itnguidly, nestling into the couch. He shot a nce at the standing


    Chloe, his brow furrowing. “Scoot over; you’re blocking the TV. I’m trying to get my game on with the


    PS4.”


    Chloe stifled her frustration, grinning sheepishly. “About that end–of–the–month bonus, Mr. Yeager –


    any updates?”


    Den didn’t even look up. “Depends on my mood.”


    Where’s a knife when you need one? She was ready to go for the jugr!


    But as Chloe leaned in. Den’s keen eyes spotted the love bite on her neck, his gaze suddenly taking


    on a suggestive quality.


    With a smirk that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he teased Chloe, “Been leading a colorful life.tely,


    haven’t you?”


    Her mind didn’t register the jab at first.


    But before she could grasp his meaning. Den set his coffee down and stood, his slender fingers


    tracing her throat in a mock–caress that tightened ever so slightly.


    Chloe felt the air being squeezed from her lungs.


    With Den’s mood swings, she was always off–bnce.


    His fingers brushed her lips forcefully, smearing her lipstick, as he insinuated, “Someone’s been


    touching you?”


    Chloeughed it off, “I wouldn’t dare.”


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    “My cheap life is in your hands. You wantughter, I won’t shed a tear. Yourfort heals me because


    you care,” she thought.


    Den was silent; he let her go and returned to his seat, the enigmatic tone still in his voice. After a


    long pause, he murmured, “Chloe, don’t let me catch you slipping back into old habits.”


    Her smile froze, herplexion turning pale.


    *Thaver t—*


    “The words thate out of your mouth,” Den said with a smirk, “how credible do you think they


    are?”


    That’s right, she thought. In his eyes, she was always that kind of person.


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    Chloe shivered. “It was Horatio; he came to see me at lunch.”


    “And?” Den appeared leisurely as he watched her, “That just proves you’re quite the siren.”


    Mocked like this, Chloe kept up her smile, “You’re a great teacher, Mr. Yeager.”


    Den snorted. “Don’t use that attitude on me, the one you reserve for other men. I’m not buying it.


    Shape up or ship out. No excuses, I don’t want to hear it.”


    Chloe’s fists clenched, but she held her tongue, finally murmuring. “You’re right, as always, Mr. Yeager.”


    That was Den – even when he insulted her to her core, she had to agree. devoid of dignity. Mr.


    Yeager was always right. He was the puppet master, and she, the marite.


    Rumor had it that Den had a dog by his side, and that was Chloe, who’d work herself to the bone for


    him and the business, seducing anyone if it meant sess.


    Some called Chloe heartless, but if anyone was truly heartless, it was Den.


    Once Den finished his coffee, his mood seemed to lighten, and he dismissed her.


    Chloe left his house in a daze, and the doorman always assumed she was just another one of


    Den’s kept women.


    She mustered a smile, noticed a text from Matilda, and replied: (Swing by my ce tonight, stay


    over?]


    She just needed someone by her side.