---- Chapter 137 There was further news from Shawn, and Soren never brought up his name again. Thus, Tara soon forgot about the matter. A few days later, she stepped out of the bathroom after a shower. She was applying lotion to her skin when a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, pressing her back into a warm embrace. Soren inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of her hair as he lifted the hem of her nightgown. "There's a banquet tomorrow.

My parents and grandpa will be there, and they've been asking if you'll come." Tara knew she couldn't keep avoiding them forever. Sooner or later, she would have to face them. After some thought, she made up her mind. "I'll go." Soren smiled happily and planted a kiss on her forehead. " Alright." Tara had last seen the three men in Oscar's office. Shawn had been among them, but even now, none had done anything.

She also reminded herself that Shawn, having lost his memory, had shown no interest in her. He didn't even ---- remember that night they spent together. Soren kissed Tara again. He wanted nothing more than to marry her right then and there so he could keep her by his side and let no one covet her. He took the body lotion from her hand and set it aside. "You can do that later," he said huskily into her ear.

She was about to say something, but he kissed her again, completely cutting off any chance for protest. That night, because of Soren, she didn't get to put on her body lotion. The next afternoon, Soren picked out an expensive gown. for her after carefully looking through many. By 3:00 pm, she was surrounded by a dizzying rotation of makeup artists and stylists. Only when the makeup artists finally announced they were done did she get a break. She quickly got up and went downstairs.

She lifted her gown slightly and ran into a tall figure coming her way. Soren paused in his tracks. His eyes locked onto her as he slowly approached. Despite the many times they had already been intimate, Tara still felt uneasy under his dark, intense gaze. ---- "We should get going," she stammered. She then stepped to the left, but Soren blocked her path. So, she moved to the right. This time, he pulled her into his arms.

As she tried to wriggle free, she whispered, "The makeup artists are still upstairs. Don't do this. You'll mess up my makeup." Soren rubbed his hands along her waist, reluctant to let her go. Afraid that he would take things further, Tara immediately called out for Kieran downstairs. Kieran poked his head out from downstairs and looked up. Tara quickly told Soren to let go. But he pulled her tighter into his embrace and only released her after a while.

"T'll make you beg for mercy tonight ," he said in a low voice. Tara blushed and smacked his arm. "Don't say stuff like that." It would be so embarrassing if someone overheard it. Although she stopped Soren from getting too handsy, she could still feel his dark, possessive gaze on her the entire way to the banquet. It was as if he might devour her at ---- any moment. As soon as the car stopped, Tara stepped out.

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Soren came around to her side and offered his arm, letting her hold onto him as they walked into the venue. By now, many guests had already arrived at the banquet the Farrell family hosted. Lance stood out in a black suit, tall and strikingly handsome. He was toasting others and sipping champagne. Troy Lynch glanced at the woman standing beside Lance and asked pointedly , "Mr. Swain, who's the lady next to you?" Lance didn't even look at her. He knew exactly who Troy was referring to.

"She's my new secretary." Stella, dressed in an evening gown, gave Troy a polite and composed smile. Troy smiled and nodded back at her, clearly seeing through what their relationship really was but choosing not to say anything about it. Of course Lance knew exactly what Troy was thinking . Just as he furrowed his brow, a stir rippled through the crowd. He looked over. Soren had come into everyone's view, but it was the ---- woman by his side who truly stunned the room.

Tara wore a black evening gown that made her skin look like polished marble. Her long dark hair was swept up elegantly , and her beautiful , delicate features outshone even an oil painting portrait. Even the loose strands left intentionally were flawlessly placed. She walked slowly into the room slowly with the spotlight landing on her. Her beauty was so radiant it took people's breath away. Shawn took a slow sip of his drink, his eyes fixed on her.

Lance stared too, the emotion in his eyes unreadable . A flicker of displeasure rose within him, though he couldn't say exactly why. Of everyone in the event, the most shocked by Tara's appearance was Stella. She watched in disbelief as Tara, with all eyes on her, entered the banquet arm in arm with Soren. Stella couldn't hide the shock on her face. How was this possible? The system had clearly erased all memories of Tara up to the moment she was thrown out for seducing Jonah.

So, how could Soren fall for Tara all over again? Someone like him couldn't be seduced unless he genuinely liked that person. How had Tara managed to break into their ---- world again? Stella clenched her fists tightly as she stared at Tara with undisguised disbelief in her eyes. She had spent so much time and effort just to become one of Lance's secretaries. Even attending tonight's event was something she had fought hard for.

Now she was watching as Soren looked at Tara with nothing but affection. His parents had even gone over to talk to her, beaming from ear to ear. Clearly , they were pleased. The fact that this banquet was hosted by the Farrell family only made Stella feel worse. Were they trying to make Tara's status as their future daughter-in-law official? Tara followed Soren and his parents around the room, greeting guests along the way.

His parents introduced her to everyone, and she responded with calm, graceful confidence. "Lance, you met Tara last time," Oscar said, shaking Lance's hand. Lance turned toward Tara. "Congratulations, Ms. Thayer. Tara shifted her gaze away from Stella and offered him a faint smile and a nod. "Thank you, Mr. Swain." ---- Her words were perfectly ordinary, yet for some reason, they made Lance's heart clench. What followed was a dull, spreading ache.

When he looked up again, the stunning woman who had just spoken was already being led away by Soren. Whether it was intentional or not, Soren positioned his tall frame between them, completely blocking Lance's view of Tara.