The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 105

A crisp scent of cedar washed over her. A hand loosely wrapped around her waist, pulling her into the shelter of his towering frame.

Pressed against his chest, Celia could hear the man's steady, powerful heartbeat.

The crowd in front of her instantly fell dead silent the moment they saw the man standing behind her.

Even Talbot and Evelyn, who had just been aggressively running their mouths, looked like they had seen a ghost.

Jacob frowned, clearly displeased by the sudden appearance of this strange man.

Celia kept her head down, saying absolutely nothing.

A strong, masculine hand rested lightly on her waist. His broad, long fingers looked as if they could snap her delicate waist with a single squeeze.

Tears cascaded from her eyes like broken strings of pearls.

They fell to the floor, and a few dropped right onto the space between his thumb and index finger where he held her.

Ice-cold, yet burning hot.

His knuckles stiffened. Alistair curled his fingers slightly, his grip on her waist turning pale.

From his angle, all he could see was the top of her lowered head.

Her long hair was swept to the front, exposing a stretch of her pale, flawless neck.

A few loose strands clung messily to her skin, making Alistair feel inexplicably irritable.

She was entirely too thin.

So much so that standing behind her, he completely enveloped her.

His dark suit stood in stark contrast to her light-colored dress.

The teardrop on his hand felt like boiling magma. He subconsciously rubbed his fingers together, trying to wipe away the searing heat.

He heard her quiet, muffled sobs.

It was as if knowing he was right behind her finally allowed her to show a sliver of vulnerability and pain.

She kept her head bowed, weeping softly.

The man frowned slightly, bending down just a fraction.

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