Henry’s gaze flickered between Léa and the glinting gold bar on the table, his expression unreadable. She leaned closer, the playful smirk on her face twisting into something more calculating, more dangerous. It was a look he recognized well—a look that said she was holding all the cards and daring him to play. “Henry, don’t tell me you’re backing down,” she whispered, her voice dripping with mock disappointment. Her fingers toyed with the gold bar, tapping it rhythmically as if each tap was meant to break down his restraint, test his limits. “I thought you were different from the others. I thought you could handle a little… challenge.”He chuckled softly, not breaking eye contact. “Challenge? Or manipulation?”“Oh, I don’t manipulate,” she replied, her voice smooth as silk. “I simply… present opportunities.”“Opportunities?” He let the word hang in the air, his tone laced with skepticism. “Is that what this is to you?”Léa’s gaze was steady, unwavering. “Call it what you want, but y

Henry’s fingers brushed over the cold surface of the gold bar, its weight palpable even without lifting it. The cabin’s warm light contrasted sharply with the tension crackling in the air, a heat that Léa’s unwavering gaze only intensified.She smirked, leaning back against the edge of the table. “You’re hesitating, Henry. Not like you, is it? Or are you just… afraid?”“I don’t hesitate,” Henry said, his voice low and sharp. “I calculate. And what I’m calculating right now is whether this is a trap.”Léa laughed, the sound both mocking and alluring, echoing softly through the enclosed cabin. “A trap? If I wanted to trap you, Henry, you’d already be caught.”“Bold claim,” he countered, rising from his seat. The plush leather groaned as he moved, his tall frame casting a shadow over her. “But I’ve seen men smarter than you try to pull the same game. So tell me, Léa, what’s this really about?”Her eyes darkened, her smirk fading into a thin line. She stepped closer, her heels clicking ag

Henry leaned back in the seat, staring at the untouched gold bar. Its surface gleamed under the dim cabin lights, mocking him with its quiet allure. His thoughts churned, Léa's words replaying in his mind like a haunting melody.The door opened abruptly, the rush of cool air breaking his reverie. Simon, his trusted pilot, stepped in, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor.“Everything alright, sir?” Simon asked, his sharp eyes flickering to the gold bar before settling on Henry.Henry nodded, though his jaw tightened. “Just fine. Ready to take off?”Simon hesitated, sensing the unease in his boss. “We’ll be airborne in five minutes. Just waiting for clearance.”“Good,” Henry said, his tone clipped. He dismissed Simon with a wave, his gaze shifting back to the gold. The weight of Léa’s words pressed down on him, heavier than the metal itself.The faint hum of the engines grew louder, signaling their imminent ascent. But Henry couldn’t shake the tension coiling in his ches

Here is your punctuated text:Henry leaned back in the seat, staring at the untouched gold bar. Its surface gleamed under the dim cabin lights, mocking him with its quiet allure. His thoughts churned, Léa’s words replaying in his mind like a haunting melody.The door opened abruptly, the rush of cool air breaking his reverie. Simon, his trusted pilot, stepped in, his boots clicking softly against the polished floor.“Everything alright, sir?” Simon asked, his sharp eyes flickering to the gold bar before settling on Henry.Henry nodded, though his jaw tightened. “Just fine. Ready to take off?”Simon hesitated, sensing the unease in his boss. “We’ll be airborne in five minutes. Just waiting for clearance.”“Good,” Henry said, his tone clipped. He dismissed Simon with a wave, his gaze shifting back to the gold. The weight of Léa’s words pressed down on him, heavier than the metal itself.The faint hum of the engines grew louder, signaling their imminent ascent. But Henry couldn’t shake t

Knight gently lifted Jasmine into his arms, carrying her bridal style as he left the chaotic scene behind them. She clung to him, her body weak and trembling, but she felt safe in his arms. His strong, muscular build made her feel like nothing could harm her as long as he was near. Her head rested against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and for a moment, the storm swirling around her seemed to fade into the background.As they reached their room, he pushed the door open with his foot and carried her inside, setting her down gently on the bed. Jasmine watched silently as he walked toward the bathroom, turning on the shower. The sound of running water filled the room, and Knight came back, kneeling in front of her."Let me take care of you," he said softly, his voice filled with tenderness. He began unbuttoning her dress with careful hands, his touch gentle and respectful. Jasmine didn’t say a word, simply watching him, overwhelmed by how kind and considera