[Elena’s POV]
The greenhouse suddenly felt very hot. And it wasn't because of the heaters for the orchids.
It was because of what I just said.
"I was thinking about you."
The words hung in the air between us. Noah’s hand was still on my chin, his thumb resting near my lip. For a moment, the cruel, cold mask he always wore slipped. He looked... human. Surprised.
But then, panic hit me like a bucket of ice.
Stupid, Elena. Stupid!
I bit the inside of my cheek. I remembered the contract I signed. It was thick, full of legal words I barely understood, but one rule was very clear: No emotional attachment.
I was here to paint. I was here to pay a debt. I was his "asset," his toy. I wasn't allowed to fall for the boss.
Even if... even if I was already breaking that rule every single day.
