Chapter 709

Kian paused, ready to walk away if Ophelia didn’t recognize him. He would never take advantage of her in this state.

“Kian, I could never forget your face,” Ophelia whispered, locking eyes with him. Though her vision was blurred by alcohol and dim light, she knew it was him. This had to be a dream. Her sober self might’ve kept her distance, but not tonight. She kept calling his name.

To Kian, her voice was sweeter than any liquor. He took off his shirt, turned down the lights, and kissed her deeply. They wrapped around each other, completely lost in the moment.

Eventually, they collapsed, exhausted. Ophelia didn’t even shower—she just drifted off. Kian lay beside her, falling into a rare, peaceful sleep.

Morning light crept in through the curtains. Kian opened his eyes and saw Ophelia beside him. A quiet joy washed over him. He wished time could freeze. Gently covering her with the quilt, he got dressed and left to buy breakfast—she’d be hungry after last night. They’d eat, talk it out, and fix what was broken.

He had no idea Emilio was watching.