Jaelyn's fingers traced his chest provocatively, a playful smile dancing on her Lips.

A trace of coldness flashed in Sanford's eyes. He held her wrist and pushed her onto the sofa.

His magnetic scent still held her in its thrall.

Jaelyn's heart raced as she recalled the intimate moments they had shared.

With what she believed was her most alluring smile, she silently conveyed her willingness for anything he desired.

"Sanford."

Sanford's face remained impassive.

His fingers caressed her hair, trailing down to her neck.

Her beauty was as captivating as ever, but...

Sanford's hand stopped at her neck. He then suddenly tightened his grip.

Initially, Jaelyn thought Sanford was flirting, and she reveled in it.

But when she struggled to draw a breath, her eyes widened, and she desperately tried to break free.

“What are you doing, Sanford?"

Sanford's eyes turned cold, and his lips parted slightly.

"Jaelyn, did you really have stomach cancer?"

Jaelyn's hands paused, a flicker of panic darting across her eyes.

“Yes. Haven't I shown you my medical records?"

Why was he suddenly asking about her illness?

Had he discovered something?

“Really? Why don't you then tell me why I found out that you never had stomach cancer?"