And that was what made her excellent.

“Can I ask you one thing, Poppy?”

He had all the time referred to as her ‘Ms. Cortez’ previously, and Poppy’s gasp made it clear this wasn’t misplaced on her both.

“Y-Sure?”

“Did I do one thing final night time that I’ve to apologize for?”

Valerian might simply think about Poppy saying ‘sure’ or ‘no’. However simply when he was beginning to really feel assured about both reply being a great factor—-

“Mr. Rossfield? I can not hear you. Sir? Sir?”

The road out of the blue went lifeless, however earlier than he might determine what the hell had occurred, a textual content from an unsaved quantity landed in his inbox.

You do not bear in mind something about final night time.

It was as if somebody had pulled the rug underneath him, and Valerian out of the blue discovered himself in unfamiliar territory as he grappled for one thing to say. To lie wasn’t even an possibility. However to inform the reality was even worse.

Poppy: It is true. Is not it?

Valerian spent one full second cursing and groaning in his thoughts earlier than succumbing to the inevitable.

Valerian: Can I name you once more?

Chapter Eleven

POPPY’S THOUGHTS WERE a multitude.

Once more.

In not so many phrases, Heather had warned her in opposition to preserving her hopes up for no cause. However she had nonetheless ended up tossing and turning the entire night time, along with her thoughts tirelessly replaying the second the billionaire had pulled her into his arms and tasted her mouth together with his tongue.

And now this.

Her solely thought this morning was to persuade herself that what occurred was an accident. Valerian was drunk, as his half-sister had taken pains to level out. ‘In vino, veritas’ solely utilized to phrases, and the truth that the billionaire could not even recall kissing her was proof of this.

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