Chapter 142. Borrowing Your Wife

In the past, even in intimate moments, there had been an innocence to Emerald, a purity that Alaric had cherished. But now? Now all that was left was pure, unrestrained desire.

He didn't dare push her further, choosing to take a more cautious approach. "Emerald, you might not like me, but it's dangerous for you to be alone right now. Come back with me. I swear, I won't touch you."

She tilted her head, eyes narrowing, a mocking smile curling on her lips. "Danger? Are you talking about me?"

"I—"

Before he could finish, she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself close. The scent of roses overwhelmed him, and for a brief moment, he was lost in the familiarity of her touch.

Her lips hovered dangerously close to his, and his heart began to race. His throat tightened, the tension between them palpable.

But then, just as quickly, a sharp blade pressed against his neck, just inches from his aorta. Her red lips brushed against his, and she whispe