Chapter 711

Feeling Cillian's warm fingers running through her hair, Elara instinctively clenched her hands on the table and tensed up.

"Maybe I should just do it myself," she said, starting to turn away.

Cillian placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll do it." His voice was deep, carrying an irresistible authority.

Elara bit her lip and stopped insisting.

The only sound in the bedroom was the hairdryer.

After