A Vow of Deception, A Vow of Revenge novel Chapter 150

Elvis let out a resigned sigh. "I never told anyone you were my girlfriend, you know."

Even though their families had already arranged the engagement, he hadn't wanted to drag Winona into his problems just to save his own skin.

"At least you had the sense not to," Winona replied, a teasing smile curling at her lips.

The next instant, she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down until their eyes were level.

"But from now on," she said, her voice low and steady, "you can tell anyone, anywhere, that I'm your girlfriend. No—your fiancée."

Elvis's breath caught in his throat.

With her face just inches away, he couldn't help but watch her, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.

Her eyes sparkled, playful but utterly sincere.

In that moment, Winona reminded him of a kitten—adorably fierce, yet allowing him to claim her with pride. The thought made his heart go soft.

"Alright," he murmured, his gaze deepening. "So… does that mean I can do something a fiancé is allowed to do?"

Winona's fingers trembled where they clutched his shirt.

"Winona," he whispered, his voice rough and inviting, "may I?"

She didn't answer with words; instead, she let her eyes flutter shut, lashes quivering in silent invitation.

Elvis drew in a shaky breath, his heart pounding so loud he was sure she could hear it.

As their lips met, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the frantic rhythm of their mingled heartbeats and a tension that melted into pure, unspoken longing.

His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss.

The heat between them grew, years of restraint dissolving in a rush neither could resist.

He lost track of time. Only when Winona's breath grew uneven did he finally pull away—though his own chest was rising and falling just as wildly.

Elvis sat beside her. After a few sips, she struck up a casual conversation. "So, are you really going to work with Mr. King?"

"Haven't decided yet."

"You're not still holding a grudge about what happened before, are you?" Winona set down her glass and playfully pinched his cheek. "That wouldn't make sense—he had no idea back then."

Elvis caught her mischievous hand, lacing his fingers with hers. "Do you really think I'm that unreasonable?"

"Who knows?" Winona teased, her words muffled as she pouted.

To Elvis, she was impossibly adorable, and he couldn't help but let his gaze drift lower, lingering on her lips—now slightly swollen from his kiss.

He reached out, brushing her lips gently with his fingertip.

"Sorry," he said quietly. "I got a little carried away."