Dumping The Ice King His Mini-Tyrant novel Chapter 440

Help! Why on earth did Adrian just throw himself into such an inviting pose, practically begging her to do whatever she wanted with him?

Now Selene had no idea where she was supposed to place the sensor in her hand.

Seriously.

He was just... adorable.

The warmth clinging to her skin faded quickly in the chilled air of the examination room, and goosebumps prickled over her arms.

He looked like a swirl of whipped cream dusted with pink sugar.

The white glow of the overhead light cast delicate highlights across his sculpted, porcelain skin.

“Miss Thompson, are you not going to examine me?” Adrian’s voice was a low murmur. “Did I do something wrong?”

His face was half-covered by the pile of sweaters bunched around his neck, but his eyes—deep, soulful—were misted over, so inviting it was unfair.

“How far do I need to undress? Just say the word.”

This was criminal!

Heat flooded Selene’s nose and cheeks, making her eyes sting with the sudden rush.

Just then, her phone rang, shattering the tension between them.

The sensor slipped from her fingers as she scrambled for her phone.

It was a video call from Harrison. She still had Secretary Burnett’s WhatsApp contact saved, since The Thompson Group and Vaughn Enterprises had business dealings.

She picked up, and Harrison’s face appeared on the screen.

He’d recently buzzed his hair short, and the sharp lines of his features seemed even more striking through the camera.

Selene stared, stunned for a moment.

Who was this?

Her mind was still catching up, but her body reacted on autopilot—her finger shot toward the hang-up button.

“Dames is really worried about you!” Harrison’s voice stopped her, finger hovering just millimeters from the screen.

At that exact moment, Adrian’s hand closed gently around her wrist.

He placed the sensor back into her palm and guided her hand to press the cool device against his chest.

His other hand steadied her arm, causing the heap of sweaters at his neck to tumble down, covering Selene’s hand as it lay against his skin.

Her nails brushed his warm chest, and through the fabric, she could feel his whole body shiver at her touch, as if jolted by electricity.

The phone slid onto Selene’s lap, Harrison’s face still visible on the screen.

Adrian sat across from her, just out of the camera’s view; Harrison had no idea what Selene was doing.

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