Chapter 112


    ra wasn’t in the mood for chit–chat; she strode towards the oak without a word. She circled


    the tree meticulously several times, but nothing caught her eye. As realization dawned on her


    that she’d been duped,n’s low chuckle floated from behind her. “Aren’t you gonna ask what


    I lost, Attorney ra?”


    She shot him an icy nce. “If you’re not serious about this, Mr. Hayes, I’ve got no time for


    games!”


    Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    With that, she spun on her heel to leave, only to findn blocking her path, his gaze intense


    and piercing. His voice, a deep and maic timbre, spilled forth. “Three years ago, I lost my


    first kiss right here. Can you help me find it, Attorney ra?”


    At his words, ra’s heartbeat faltered, her fingertips trembling involuntarily. Memories of three


    years past flooded her mind.


    Back then,n had just recovered from an injury, and he had brought her here to y. She was


    clueless about the game, and he had been her patient teacher throughout.


    She vividly remembered how her heart raced whenn’s hands had enveloped hers from behind.


    She’d been intoxicated by his unique scent, the strong beat of his heart against her back. Ian had


    been her crush for four long years.


    She’d basked in that happiness until dusk, when the sunset painted the sky pink. Exhausted, ra


    had sat under the oak, supporting her chin in her hands, watchingn y solo. She wished time


    would freeze in that moment–withn by her side.


    As twilight settled,n approached her through the dimming light. She reached out with a towel for


    him, but he grabbed her wrist, pulling her into a powerful embrace.


    His masculine scent was overwhelming, and ra, like a startled bunny, looked up at him with


    flushed cheeks and dewy, confused eyes.


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    It was only after an eternity thatn gradually released her, panting softly beside her lips. “Silly girl,


    close your eyes, open your mouth.”


    ra couldn’t recall how long they’d kissed under that tree, only that her lips were swollen–and so


    was her


    heart.


    That night, they’d both had too much to drink and ended up sleeping together. When they awoke,


    lan had held her close and suggested a rtionship with no strings attached. She had agreed


    without hesitation, for he was the man she’d fallen for four years prior.


    Now, with these memories flooding back, ra’s eyes brimmed with tears, her grip on the club


    pale and cold.


    Jan’s husky, enchanting voice echoed in her ear, “ra, you gave up your schrship, your dream


    of practicingw, to be by my side because you loved me, right?”