Chapter 588
Rosalind gazed at Everett with unwavering intensity. "I know how you feel about me. You're in love with me!"
Her declaration wasn't a question—it was an undeniable truth.
Everett stiffened, caught completely off guard.
"You can't lie to me, because I already know the truth. Denying it would be pointless. We belong together!"
Without hesitation, Rosalind tilted her head up and pressed her lips against his.
Everett froze, stunned by her boldness. He tried to pull away, his voice strained. "Rosalind—"
But it was no use. Rosalind tightened her arms around his neck, refusing to let him escape. Her lips moved against his with desperate urgency, deepening the kiss. The warmth of her mouth, the way she clung to him—it left him breathless.
Everett had never been one for romance. The sensation overwhelmed him, sending heat coursing through his veins. His body burned, his thoughts scattering.
Rosalind tasted the sharp tang of whiskey on his lips, wild and intoxicating. It made her dizzy, but she didn’t stop.
Somehow, Everett managed to break free. "What are you doing?"
Her lips glistened, slightly swollen from the kiss. She leaned in closer, her voice trembling. "Have you ever kissed Genevieve?"
She was asking about Genevieve.
Everett didn’t answer. He tried to pry her hands from his neck, but Rosalind stood on her toes and bit his lower lip, stopping him.
He winced, his voice low and rough. "Don’t leave marks. People will see."
He didn’t want anyone noticing.
Rosalind released his lip—only to sink her teeth into his neck instead. The sharp sting made him inhale sharply.
His hands instinctively wrapped around her waist, fingers tangling in her soft hair. She smelled like vanilla and something sweet, her body warm and pliant against his.
"Are you done?" Everett murmured, his voice unexpectedly tender.
Rosalind pulled back slightly. "If you ever hurt me again, I’ll bite harder. And I know exactly where to make it hurt."
A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "There’s no future for us. I’m with Genevieve now."
Rosalind’s eyes bore into his. "Then what happens to me?"
Everett swallowed hard, his throat tight. "You—"
Before he could finish, Rosalind kissed him again, softly this time. "Just answer me one thing. Do you really want me to walk away?"
His expression darkened, conflict swirling in his gaze. He hesitated. "I—"
"Everett," she interrupted, her voice softer now. "If you let me go now, I’ll be with someone else. Can you live with that?"
The thought made his chest tighten. How could he ever let her go?
But...
Rosalind wrapped her arms around him again. "Everything you said before—I didn’t believe a word of it. I know you wouldn’t just fall for someone else. There’s a reason you’re with Genevieve. Tell me. I’m not afraid of anything, as long as we face it together."
Everett’s resistance crumbled. After all the cold words he’d thrown at her, she still trusted him completely.
But could he really tell her the truth?