Elsie was practically stuck in William’s arms, couldn’t even budge.
“It’s too late,” she murmured into his chest, voice muffled and quiet.
“No, it’s not.” His breath was hot on her forehead. “Let’s not get divorced, okay?”
She repeated, a little firmer this time. “Too late.”
Tilting her head back to look at him, she met his gaze. His features were sharp, sculpted—the kind that stuck with you. He looked quite a bit like Liam, yet somehow gave off a completely different vibe.
Before marrying him, Elsie had never even been in a real relationship. Maybe that’s why she fell so easily, so fast—she was a blank slate, and he came in all gentle and warm, making her drop her guard.
Thing was, when William actually wanted to charm someone, pretty much no one could hold up against
