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After another intense encounter, I allowed Lyle to escort me to the terrace. Enveloped in a sheer covering, I embraced the cool night breeze, striving to steady my erratic breathing.

That's when I noticed him.

Nicolas.

He stood motionless in the driveway, his gaze fixed upward, bathed in the warm glow of the outdoor lighting. Even from afar, I could discern the unmistakable disbelief in his expression as he observed the scene above.

Lyle's mouth met mine once more, unhurried and purposeful, eliciting a quiet moan before he guided me back indoors.

By daybreak, Eldermere was rife with gossip.

"Kent family's adopted son engaged in a scandalous affair with a wedded heiress—disgraceful!"

The news spread rapidly, infiltrating every discussion. Even Annette, the beloved host of the morning show, couldn't resist adding an unscripted, sly remark after concluding the weather update.