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When She Rose From the Ashes

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Chapter 123 The Unwanted Interruption

Chapter 123 The Unwanted Interruption

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Even with Baron's presence shielding her, Natalie never believed Witch Doctor would simply let her off. Add to

that all the resources Baron had poured into her already-her debt to him was a mountain on her chest.

For the first time, Natalie saw clearly: she needed money of her own.

Baron caught the flicker in her eyes. He knew exactly what she was thinking. “Natalie, try using your right hand.

It's been over a month. It’s not fully healed, but you should be able to test it.”

Her heart leapt. Of course. Witch Doctor had repaired her hand.

“Do you have a brush?”

“No, but I'll get you one.” Baron's tone was matter-of-fact, as if buying the entire art supply store would be

nothing.

Natalie caught the depth in his eyes and turned away, unable to meet it. “Baron, consider it a loan. When | have

money, I'll repay you.”

She expected him to be displeased. Instead, he nodded. “All right. But to be able to say I lent money to Sunny,

the elusive designer-that makesone of a kind.”

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His words made her pause. He'd guessed exactly what she intended.

“You're not against it?”

“Why should | be?” His palm brushed her hair in a gesture so gentle it almost broke her. “No one knows what

Sunny looks like. Except Jensen. But everyone knows her style. You've healed this long-do you mean to hide

forever, let Jensen and Sharon have the last laugh?”

Her eyes hardened. “No. I'll make them pay for every patch of skin I lost.”

“Good.” Baron's voice deepened. “But-Jensen’s been playing the grieving widower at Grand Pavilion. Pretending

to pine for you. You loved him once. Would you forgive him? After all, it wasn’t him who set you alight.”

The sour note in his words was unmistakable, though he tried to bury it.

Natalie shot him a sidelong glance that nearly unraveled his self-control.

“I regret it,” he murmured suddenly.

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She blinked, “What?”

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Baron crouched, his gaze drinking in her reborn face. His voice dropped low, hoarse with want. “I regret letting

Witch Doctor make you this stunning. One look from you and | want to drag you into bed and-"

“Baron!” She jabbed his forehead before he could finish.

Caught off guard, he toppled backward onto the floor.

Both froze for a beat before Natalie burst into helpless laughter.

Baron sprang back up, feigning a scowl. “Natalie, are you rebelling againstnow?”

She squealed and tried to dart away, but he caught her, pinning her to the bed. His long pale fingers dove for

her sides.

“Mr. Gunn, thrown to the floor by a woman?”

“Don’t! Hahaha-stop!”

Her laughter spilled bright and free, tears glimmering at the corners of her eyes. Color returned to her cheeks,

blooming vivid against her fragile face.

Baron's throat bobbed, heat flashing in his eyes. He caught her wrists, pressing them above her head, his nose

brushing hers, breath coming hard.

Natalie's pulse raced. She knew what this meant. Part of her recoiled, but another part... burned. Her lips parted

unconsciously.

Baron didn’t wait. He kissed her, hard, stealing her breath and sweetness, stoking the fire already crackling

between them.

Her arms looped his neck, his hands clamped tight around her waist. The room thickened with

heat.

Then-

Knock, knock.

“Daddy, there's a handsman looking for you!” Susie’s milky voice sang through the door.

Baron and Natalie jerked apart like guilty teenagers.

Natalie dove under the blanket, her face red to her ears. “Go. See who it is!”

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Baron sat frozen, jaw clenched, his whole body wound tight. At that moment, he bitterly regretted ever bringing

his children back from the island.