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Chapter 16
The crowd around Genevieve and Zachary erupted, a ripple of whispers spreading through the room.
“Did I hear that right? Mrs. Lambert wants a divorce? Wasn’t she the one who schemed her way into marrying Mr. Lambert?”
“Who knows? He’s openly taking Ms. Sloane’s side. Who could accept that? That’s basically him admitting to cheating.”
“Unbelievable! High society is such a mess! I thought that Genevieve would just swallow it and suffer in silence. But it turns out she’s not a pushover!”
Zachary’s face shifted from pale to livid. But when he looked down at Regina in his arms, he didn’t dare waste another second. He carried her out in a hurry.
It didn’t affect Genevieve’s mood. She couldn’t be bothered with the gossiping stares anymore, so she turned and walked out of the noisy hall.
She had just turned the corner when someone accidentally bumped into her.
The wineglass slipped from his grip, and cold wine splashed across the hem of Genevieve’s red dress.
“I’m so sorry! Sorry!” the man blurted, apologizing repeatedly.
A strange scent hit Genevieve immediately. It was faint, yet sharply penetrating.
She frowned on instinct. But with so many perfumers in attendance that night, she didn’t dwell on it. She assumed it was just the man’s fragrance.
She waved it off, lifted her skirt, and headed for the restroom.
She stepped into the restroom, closed the door, and reached for tissues. Then, she froze, sensing something was wrong.
That scent had changed. Heat from her body had triggered it, turning it into something else entirely.
Genevieve’s pupils tightened. As a top perfumer, she recognized it instantly. It was perfume laced with an aphrodisiac, and it wasn’t a small dose.
She knew at once that something was wrong, yet heat had already begun to creep through her veins.
She didn’t dare delay. She had to find Hannah immediately.
She yanked the door open, but her vision swam, and her knees buckled. A second later, she stumbled straight into a firm,
warm chest.
Her awareness started to slip away.
Tristan had just wrapped things up and stepped outside, only to see Genevieve stagger out of the restroom, her face flushed and her gaze unfocused.
Without a second thought, he reached out and caught her, holding her at the waist.
“What happened-”
He hadn’t finished speaking when the woman in his arms rose on her toes and kissed his lips.
Tristan’s eyes darkened instantly.
Her voice brushed against his ear, soft and alluring. “Give it to me.”
Tristan’s grip tightened.
Genevieve was practically clinging to him, her breath hot, every touch and whisper heavy with desire.
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Chapter 16
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“Look at me. Do you even know who I am?” he asked hoarsely, gripping her chin and lifting her face.
But Genevieve didn’t register it. She only clung tighter, her arms locked around his neck, her voice breaking into a helpless whisper. “Don’t talk… Just give it to me…”
Tristan’s gaze went even darker. He prided himself on control, yet the way she clung to him was dangerously effective.
He was about to move when he caught the sound of chaotic footsteps rushing from the far end of the corridor.
“Hurry! I saw her go into the restroom! Don’t let her get away!” a woman said urgently. “Do this right, and you’ll be paid!”
Without hesitation, Tristan scooped Genevieve up and turned, moving decisively into the dim shadows.
The woman stormed into the restroom with two burly men and started searching.
In his arms, Genevieve was in no state to notice anything outside. She only pressed closer to Tristan, rubbing against his neck as she gasped, “I want you…”
Tristan’s expression turned fully grim. He lowered his gaze and met her dazed eyes. He tightened his hold and strode toward
the elevator.
The moment the top-floor door shut behind them, Tristan backed her against it.
The air was thick with the scent of perfume turned volatile by body heat, dizzying like strong liquor.
His voice dropped low as he asked, “Do you recognize me now?”
Genevieve was already losing herself to a haze of desire. She reached for him, caught his tie, and pulled him down for a kiss. ” Give it to me…”
Tristan’s restraint snapped. He trapped her between himself and the door and deepened the kiss.
Their breaths tangled together. Her clothes tore open at the seam, but Genevieve didn’t back down. Instead, she pressed closer, repeating again and again, “I want you… I want you now.”
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