When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 76

Shawn's calm and considerate tone brought Tara back to herself. She turned around with a smile. "It's nothing. I haven't been resting well these past two days. I must have run out of steam."

His voice carried a soothing effect. "You should rest earlier tonight."

Tara maintained her smile and nodded. "Goodnight, Mr. Wilhelm."

Shawn watched as the door opened and then closed. His gentle facade remained perfectly in place, yet under the light, an eerie shadow crept across his handsome features.

Downstairs, Tara wheeled the meal cart to the kitchen's cleaning area before heading back to her room to end her shift.

She slumped into a chair, sinking into it like a puddle of exhaustion.

Would Soren really ask Russell for her size? If he did, she couldn't even begin to imagine the consequences, let alone predict whether she would end up on the same path as the original owner of this body.

She refused to believe Soren's claim that she couldn't escape him.

In four months, her contract would end, and she wouldn't be working there anymore. Once she left, Soren couldn't possibly go out of his way to track her down. She wasn't charming enough for that.

Tara didn't take his words to heart. She just hoped he wouldn't cause her trouble. Otherwise, she wouldn't know what to do.

After a hot shower, she changed into a light camisole nightdress. The central AC system had been running warm since the afternoon, and she was already feeling parched. Sleeping in long-sleeved pajamas would be unbearable.

She opened the window, letting in some fresh air to cool the room.

Late at night, Tara turned over drowsily in her sleep, her brows knitting together. In her dream, a man was pressing her down onto the couch and pinning her wrists above her head.

She jolted awake, her entire body weak and drenched in a thin layer of sweat. Her mind was still tangled in the dream, leaving her feeling utterly drained.

Tara realized she had had the same dream for two or three nights. She thought it might be connected to recent events, especially since the man in her dream was Soren.

As she recalled her dream, her ears burned with heat. She reassured herself that it was just a normal physiological reaction.

She turned over and drifted back to sleep, though her rest remained fitful.

Without warning, someone began to knock.

With a heavy head, Tara sat up, her eyes remaining closed. The knocking registered faintly, and she lingered in the hazy space between sleep and wakefulness, questioning its reality.

The knocking recurred.

This time, she was more alert. It seemed someone was really at her door. Still groggy from sleep, she shuffled over, peeked through the peephole, and saw Lance.

Without much thought, Tara opened the door and rubbed her eyes, trying to shake off the fog of sleep. Her voice came out soft and groggy. "Mr. Swain, it's after hours for me. Do you need something?"

She waited for a response, but he remained silent. His silence drew her fully awake. Could something have happened?

Lance's penetrating gaze bore into her like a predator eyeing its prey. His eyes carried a faint crimson hue.

Tara stood before him in her light blue camisole nightdress, the silky fabric clinging to her body due to static. It accentuated her soft curves and pale skin, while the short hem revealed her long, slender legs.

Still muddled from sleep, she had clearly forgotten how revealing her attire was.

Seeing Lance still silent, she called out again, "Mr. Swain?"

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