CHAPTER 57

The scent of aged leather mingled with the rich aroma of whisky swirling in Xavier's glass, its golden hue reflecting the flickering flames in the hearth.

Paperwork lay scattered on a nearby table, a reminder of tasks demanding his attention, but his eyes flickered over them without focus.

Seated in his study's leather armchair, Xavier's gaze was drawn to the fire, lost in a labyrinth of thoughts and emotions. Frustrated, he took a huge gulp of whisky, hoping the warmth would drown out the chaos within.

The image of Aurora, her delicate form wrapped in a towel, hair dripping with water, haunted him. Her presence had stirred something deep within, an unfamiliar yearning that both thrilled and frightened him. The way her wet locks cascaded over her shoulders, droplets glistening like liquid diamonds, captivated him. Even in such a simple moment, her natural allure was undeniable, tugging at emotions he struggled to comprehend.

"No!"

He slammed the whiskey hard onto his desk.