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ELEANOR
I sat at the long dining table, elegantly set for lunch with the family. The room was filled with the soft clinking of cutlery and murmur of conversation.
I reached for my glass of water when I suddenly felt Dante’s hand on my thigh under the table. My eyes widened in surprise, and I glanced at him, but Dante remained focused on his food, his expression calm and composed.
My heart pounded in my chest and a whimper escaped my lips lowly as Dante squeezed my thigh. I glanced at him and tried to push his hand but he remained persistent.
Just as I was trying to process the sensation, Alex’s voice cut through the air, taking everyone’s attention.
“Why is a bodyguard eating with us?”
The question hung in the air, instantly changing the atmosphere. Dante’s hand froze, a
