When Love Turns Dangerous (Tara) novel Chapter 90

Tara carefully tucked the bag back into the last compartment of the meal cart and knocked on the door; the next second, it opened. Soren seemed to be waiting for her.

Under his intense gaze, Tara pushed the cart into his room.

What escaped her notice was the slight opening of Shawn's door, just next door. The difficult part to accept was that she ultimately had to enter Soren's room.

Behind that door stood a tall figure, half-hidden in the shifting light. His sharp, cold features were cast in shadow, and the reflection on his glasses blurred his expression.

Inside Soren's room, Tara collected the plates while trying her best to avoid his unwavering stare, which was like that of a hungry wolf ready to pounce.

She hurried to clean up the table and left as fast as she could.

Just as she turned around and pulled off her gloves, Soren grabbed her right hand.

Her hand was so soft it made his heart melt.

Tara immediately tried to pull her hand back, but he held on tight, clearly unwilling to let her leave so soon.

Soren seemed completely lost in this feeling of being in love. His voice was low as he said, "Stay a little longer."

Tara quickly said, "Peggy's still waiting outside."

Seeing how flustered she was to get away, Soren was displeased but didn't want to push her too hard.

When he finally let go of her hand, Tara quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Soren was definitely easier to shake off than Lance.

"Goodnight, Mr. Farrell," she said, then rushed out with the meal cart.

Soren was thoroughly annoyed. No one told him being in a relationship would feel like something constantly clawing at your heart.

He thought for a moment, then pulled out his phone and searched, "My girlfriend always wants to avoid me. What should I do?"

She pressed her hand to her forehead. Once she got back home, she needed to make some chamomile tea.

The next day, for both lunch and dinner, the four men dined on the first floor. Tara kept dodging Lance's glances.

But surprisingly, things went smoothly with Lance that day. During the meal, he only glanced at her twice, as if things had gone back to how they were before.

Soren, on the other hand, was like a clingy shadow. Every time he saw her, his face would light up; Tara worried people would get the wrong idea.

Thankfully, Soren was always teasing her anyway, so everyone had gotten used to it. No one looked at it the wrong way.

But after the others left the dining room, Soren walked over, pretending to tease her while grabbing her hand and rubbing it in an unmistakably suggestive way.

His eyes—half-smiling, half-serious—were intense and flirty.

Tara froze in place. She panicked, signaling him with her eyes to let go. Thankfully, the table blocked the view. Otherwise, someone definitely would've seen it.