---- Chapter 84 Tara stood in front of Lance's door, holding her breath. As long as she didn't bring milk tonight, maybe he wouldn't do what he did last night again. She knocked a few times. Hearing Lance's voice from inside made her heart tremble. She pushed the door open. Lance seemed to have a morning reading habit. His tall, cool figure stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a book in his left hand anda glass of water in his right.

He looked perfectly at home against the snowy mountain backdrop outside the window. To Tara, the scene looked like a painting. He took a few small sips of warm water before placing the glass on the table beside him. Tara pushed the meal cart over to the dining table, setting out breakfast as fast as she could, as if she wished she could leave behind a blur. When she heard the curtains being drawn and the window completely covered , she wanted to speed up even more.

No matter how fast she was, she couldn't stop Lance's footsteps from coming closer. ---- "M-Mr. Swain... Please enjoy your breakfast," she blurted out before she even finished setting the plates down. No sooner had she set the plate down than her unsteady hands tightened on the cart's handle. However, her attempt to move it was immediately halted as a pair of exquisite hands spanned her waist. "Good morning.

Did you have breakfast yet?" Lance's lips brushed against her earlobe as he spoke, his voice low and husky. She felt like she was wrapped tightly in his deep, woody scent, with no room to escape. "TL... Mr. Swain, I haven't..." She wanted to say that this wasn't right and that she hadn't agreed to be his girlfriend yet. She had planned to use that as a stalling tactic.

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But before she could finish , Lance kissed her lips, then pulled back slightly and said in a low, suggestive tone, You haven't had breakfast. Let's eat together." He held her so tightly that there was no room to get away. Flustered, she tried again. "That's not what I meant. What Imeant was-" Before she could finish this time, Lance used the moment to kiss her again. ---- After a long kiss, she struggled and hurriedly said, "I...

I need to leave." That was when she noticed Lance had fallen into a heavy silence. He sensed something was off and lowered his head slightly, confused. "I'm sorry. I kissed you for too long," he said. + Tara bit her lip, her face burning with embarrassment . His breath was scorching. He pulled her into his arms and asked hoarsely, "Half a month from now, will you be ready?" She leaned against his chest, dazed. She opened her eyes, not quite processing what he meant.

Then, he whispered another question in her ear, "When can you be with me?" She quickly replied, "I... 1 need four months to be ready." She brought out her stalling tactic again. Lance frowned. "Four months?" Tara nodded. She thought this trick worked like a charm. But the next second, he chuckled softly. Pulling her tighter, he said gently, "Tara, you knowI won't wait that long." ---- Tara sensed something and panicked.

She wanted to break free but didn't dare, remembering what had happened before. She was afraid he would lose control again. "Mr. Swain, I... [really need that much time to adjust. I've never dated anyone before, so I need time to get ready." He kissed her and said, "I know. I'll give you one month." She shook her head. "After four months, it'll also prove whether your feelings for me are real." But Lance's arms only tightened around her. His tone was still calm and steady.

"Four months is too long." Now, she was truly panicking. Lance wasn't as easy to fool as Soren.