Chapter 8

Arnaud's kiss was scorching and forceful. His tongue broke past Sylvia's teeth and claimed her mouth like a punishment. It wasn't the first time their lips had touched, but the last time had been when he was drunk. Sylvia's mind went blank, and her whole body stiffened. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. After hearing what she'd just said, shouldn't he have been relieved that no one was chasing him or scheming against him anymore? After all, he had always resisted her pursuit and attempts to get close to him. This kiss nearly stole all the air from Sylva's lungs. Fortunately, Arnaud was in too much pain from his stomach. Soon, his head slumped and landed directly on her shoulder. He hoarsely said, "I told you that I'll take responsibility for you." He could give her a title. But Sylvia immediately shook her head, her voice heavy with the insecurity of someone who knew her place. "Mr. Kaplan, I don't want you to feel forced just because of that night. Yo