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“Why else would you spend most nights in another room for two years?” she fired back. “If everything was so perfect, why couldn’t you even be near me at night?”

He smirked. That sharp, pissed-off glare melted into something darker. Hotter. “You want to know why? Let me show you why I had to sleep in a different fucking room.”

Before she could respond, his mouth was on her again. Hot, bruising, desperate. He kissed her throat, her collarbone, his hands dragging over her skin like he was starved for her.

His lips traced a fiery path down her neck, starting just beneath her ear. His tongue flicked out, wet and teasing, licking slow, deliberate stripes along the sensitive skin that made her shiver uncontrollably. He bit down gently at first, nipping the hollow of her throat, making her gasp and arch toward him.

Krystal whimpered, the sharp rush of pain mixed with heat flooding her veins.

His hands roamed over her shoulders, sliding down her arms, pulling her closer as his mouth traveled lower. He kissed the curve of her collarbone, his tongue swirling around the delicate bone, tracing circles that left a trail of fire in their wake.

She cried out softly when his teeth grazed her skin, biting just hard enough to leave a mark, before licking the sting away with a soft, wet flick of his tongue.

His breath was ragged, warm against her skin, and every kiss seemed to ignite another spark inside her. She clung to him, breathless and trembling, caught between the sharp bites and the tender licks.

A sudden knock on the bathroom door broke the moment.

"It’s been a while. Can you come out, please?" came a man’s voice from the other side.

Krystal, disoriented and lost, turned her head toward the door, but Lorenzo grabbed her jaw and turned it back to him, his mouth claiming hers again, rough and consuming.

"Lorenzo," she gasped, struggling between breaths as his lips blazed a trail down her throat. Her voice was shaky, trying to reason with him, "There are... people outside."

Another knock echoed. But he didn’t stop. He was lost in her scent, her taste—his mouth dragging across her skin.

And then, a thought crashed into him like cold water. ‘Why does Krystal smell like the girl I slept with that night at the hotel? And the woman in the car two years ago?’

"Jesus, you seem sick or something," the voice outside muttered in frustration before footsteps faded away.

Lorenzo’s hands were still roaming when she finally managed to push his arms off and whispered through heavy breaths, “We’re divorced, Lorenzo. Don’t do this.”

She pressed her palms to his chest, trying to create space between them.

His body at the word ‘divorce’.

Before he could speak, Krystal twisted away from his hold, slipped her leg free, and slid down from the counter. She moved fast, yanking the bathroom door open and disappearing down the hallway without a glance back.

Lorenzo stood there, motionless for a second, then tensed up completely as he watched her disappear. His hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight, his chest heaving. He leaned back against the counter, a harsh breath ripping from his lungs.

"A new boyfriend right after leaving me?" he muttered bitterly. "Did you ever even love me?"

Chapter 13 The Perfect Wife

Krystal returned to the table where Damion was waiting. She didn’t sit—she just grabbed a cocktail, ripped out the straw, and downed it in one go.

“Where were you?” Damian asked. “You took a while. Did something happen?”

She shook her head, frowning. "Nothing. Just... something annoying. Don’t worry about it."

Damian gave her a brief nod, setting his own glass down. “Since you’re starting at Bristen soon, how about I take you to the hospital now? You can get familiar with the place. It’ll make things easier later.”

“Sure,” she replied quickly, too eager to get out of this place. “Let’s go.”

She dropped the empty cocktail glass on the table. Damian led the way out of the bar, and they headed straight to the hospital. He walked her through the departments, from the wards to his office, pointing out important areas and even a few discreet shortcuts.

“I’m glad to have you here,” he said as they returned to his office.

“Me too.” She smiled. “I might even learn a thing or two from my senior.” She glanced at him playfully, making him smile.