Chapter 758

Grace didn't realize that teasing Oliver late at night—even with a gentle kiss—could lead to something far more passionate. She felt like a leaf floating on water, carried by the unwavering tenderness Oliver showered upon her. His restraint was evident, his tightly clenched fists betraying his struggle. He said in a husky voice, "Let's not think about a second child. One is enough." Oliver couldn't bear the thought of having her so close yet holding back. For weeks, he had maintained his composure, but that night in the study had unlocked something. Once he allowed himself to indulge, it became harder to resist. Desire was a slippery slope; once tasted, it demanded more. Grace, flushed and breathless, felt the heat radiating from her skin. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to catch her breath. "Will you help me finish my thesis?" "Only if you're willing to spend every night wide awake with me." … Meanwhile, the Abram family's escalating conflicts became the talk of t