Chapter 509

Chloe Grace froze on the spot. She hadn’t expected William Turner to kiss her. By the time she snapped back to reality, she started resisting, struggling against him. But it was then she truly understood the stark gap in strength between men and women—her efforts were futile. Yet Turner didn’t rely on brute force; his kiss was gentle, almost delicate. Again and again, his lips barely brushed hers, light as feathers, teasingly soft. Her strength drained away, leaving her no choice but to succumb to his kiss. Eyes wide, she stared at him, her gaze cold and distant. But even under that indifferent glare, Turner seemed completely lost in her, intoxicated, consumed by his own emotions—talented in his own way, truly. Chloe tried to pull away once more. He held her wrist gently, his deep voice coaxing, “Be good. Just trust me, okay?” Her words were muffled as she snapped back, “William Turner, you’re insane.” Turner leaned into her, his gaze filled with something she couldn’t begin to deciphe