When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 97

Tara bent over to dust the lower shelf, and when she straightened up too quickly, the world spun. She staggered backward, disoriented.

A pair of hands caught her from the sides, steadying her and gently pulling her into a firm chest. She inhaled a subtle, familiar scent and felt the heat radiating from the man behind her.

Then came Shawn's husky voice. "Skipped breakfast?" he teased, though his tone betrayed concern.

Tara quickly regained her balance and stepped out of his arms. Shawn let her go without resistance.

"I did. Maybe the sugar hadn't reached my head yet. Thanks for the help," she said.

She glanced at him, puzzled. When had Shawn gotten here?

Shawn suggested, "I'll have Terence prepare something for you to eat so that you'll feel better. "

Tara waved her hands to refuse. "Thanks, Mr. Wilhelm, but that's not necessary. Mr. Robertson had already told the cooks to prepare nutritious meals for me."

She was truly grateful to Shawn. She might've fallen and hit her head if he hadn't stepped in to help her.

The smile on Shawn's face faded a little. It was as if he was a little perturbed because she thanked him in almost every sentence.

"You don't have to thank me all the time," he said.

Tara thought he was merely being polite, so she didn't think much about it. "You helped me. It's only natural for me to thank you."

She stared at him intently as if studying his face. His skin was fair, and he looked calm and composed. It didn't seem like he was feeling unwell.

Shawn chuckled and asked, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Worried that he might misunderstand her, Tara explained, "I thought your body felt too warm. I wanted to check if you were having a fever."

Ever since she turned around, Shawn's left hand had never left his pocket for some unknown reason. He commented, "Maybe it's because I stood under the sun for a while."

That was possible. Tara asked, "Mr. Wilhelm, I-I'll get going then."

Smiling, Shawn then turned and headed upstairs. After entering his bedroom, he closed the door behind him.

He wore baggy sweatpants that morning. Now that he was alone in the room, he finally pulled his hand out of his pocket, no longer hiding his erection.

As he sat on the couch elegantly, he sipped tea from his cup, seemingly unbothered about the change in his condition.

This scene, like him, was calm, but there was also something eerie and unsettling about it.

Tara wasn't in charge of taking the food to the four men today. When Tara and Stella went overseas, Gemma had already trained two new housekeepers for the task. So for today, Betty, Queenie, and the two new housekeepers would be responsible for the men's meals.

Tara, meanwhile, massaged her sore right arm as she made her way to the washroom.

Then, from around the corner, she heard someone pleading, "Mr. Oakley, can't you just let it go this once?"

Tara paused. That voice was undeniably Stella's. She'd clearly cornered Terence in the hallway, hoping to speak with him. But this wasn't the right place for serious conversation.

Seeing Stella's tears and hearing her pleas, Terence felt quite troubled. She had pleaded with him twice since early this morning.

"Stella, you took things too far. Gemma and I have turned a blind eye to your antics before, but your behavior has become even more extreme. Tara was innocent. Do you know how much danger she would have been in if Mr. Swain hadn't discovered her?" Terence said.

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