Jenny POV:
"No, let me help you out," I said, my voice filled with concern as I gazed up at Alex's pale face.
"What will you do?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly, his voice low and husky.
"I'll take you inside and maybe help you cook so you could eat something," I replied, my hand reaching out to support him, my touch gentle on his arm.
Alex chuckled, a cold, heartless sound. "Wife-to-be, that's nice of you, but I'm staying at a hotel, so you can't possibly do that."
I felt a pang of disappointment, my face falling. "Oh, I didn't know. I'll get going now. See you when we meet next," I said, turning to leave.
But Alex's hands shot out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist, pulling me back. His lips brushed against my cheeks, a gentle, yet possessive touch. "This should be your welcome greeting to me when we see each other next time," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.