Chapter 460 False

"Ah—"

Trinity gasped, startled by the sudden impact. She took a step back, but in her flustered state, she lost her footing. The world tilted, gravity pulling her down—

But Ross moved fast.

Before she could fall, his strong arms wrapped around her, catching her with ease.

She was trapped.

Held firmly in his grasp, her body flush against his, her breath stolen by the sheer warmth radiating from him.

Her head spun.

His scent—clean, fresh, yet so distinctly masculine—filled her senses, drowning her in something dangerously addictive.

Her hands pressed against his chest instinctively, feeling the solid wall of muscle beneath her fingertips.

Their faces were close—too close.

Inches apart.

Ross's eyes flickered with concern. "Are you okay, Trinity?"

His voice was softer now, more intimate, laced with something unreadable.

He was about to pull away, to straighten her up and step back.

But Trinity—