Chapter 5 Familiar Heat
I could tell something shifted the moment he stepped back into the villa.
He’d come home to end the marriage.
But the second he walked through the door, his expression changed.
The decor wasn’t his taste—too much stuff, too cluttered.
It seemed to irritate him.
Yet he kept pausing, looking around as if drawn to something.
His breathing seemed faster.
When he came into the bedroom and saw me curled up in pain, his eyes darkened.
I was small under the covers, one leg kicked out, ankle bare.
His gaze lingered there—intense, almost hungry.
I knew he hated touching people.
He’d told me he’d looked me up before coming home—thought I was spoiled, shallow, worthless.
Yet the moment I opened my eyes and looked at him, something flickered across his face.
Every word I said seemed to hit him harder than he expected.
He shifted, restless.
He looked almost thirsty.
But from the look on his face afterward...
I could tell he already regretted it.