Chapter 85

Drake shared stories from his past, moments of vulnerability that he had rarely opened up about. Syora listened intently, her eyes locked onto his as if she were unraveling the layers of his personality with every word he spoke.

Drake’s voice was a soothing melody, his words carrying an undercurrent of sincerity that resonated with Syora. She found herself drawn to him, her heart racing as she witnessed his willingness to let her into his world.

It was as if they had created a safe space within the confines of that hotel room, a space where they could truly be themselves.

As they talked, their proximity grew closer. Their knees brushed against each other, sending a subtle electric current through their bodies.

Syora’s fingers toyed with the rim of her glass, her gaze lifting to meet Drake’s. In that moment, it was as if time had frozen, the world outside the room fading into insignificance.

Drake’s hand moved across the table, his fingers gently grazing