But Blayne didn’t care for her, much less wanted to touch her. From the moment their engagement party ended, he had completely disappeared.
She couldn’t afford to offend the old lady. Terri had no choice but to find a way to deal with it herself.
Blayne didn’t respond. Instead, he suddenly turned back and scooped her up in his arms.
The abrupt sensation of weightlessness made her chest tighten, her heart pounding wildly. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
Because of her background, Terri had never truly belonged—neither in the Dartons nor in the Holzmans.
And Blayne was her only possible refuge.
At that moment, a tiny, foolish hope quietly rose in her chest.
If he was willing to touch her, did it mean she held even the slightest place in his heart?
She clutched his collar tightly and caught a faint whiff of roses.
It was the same scent her sister always wore.
A sharp, trembling pain rippled through her heart, but her face remained expressionless.
She was used to it.
Blayne placed her onto the bed and reached up to unbutton his suit.
Terri clutched the blanket tightly, a trace of panic flashing in her eyes.