The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption (by Claire Winters) novel Chapter 87

87 A Note, a Watch, and a Lingering Mystery

My fingers trembled as I stared at Sebastian’s note. The elegant handwriting seemed to nock my disheveled state Sebastian Sinclair had been in my apartment. He had seen me at my absolute worst. And he had taken care of me. A

I slumped against the counter, mortification washing over me in waves. What exactly had happened last night? My memories remained frustratingly fragmented-his arms supporting me, his voice low and soothing in my ear, the warmth of his body against

Had imagined that kiss? Or worse, had I thrown myself at him in my drunken state?

The thought made me groan aloud. I pulled open the refrigerator door and found the container of conger exactly where his note had indicated The gesture was so unexpectedly intimate-Sebastian Sinclair, one of the most powerful men in the city. nad cooked hangover food for me

Fopened the container and inhaled the gentle aroma of ginger and chicken. The fact that he’d gone to such trouble made my heart flutter in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely

My phone rang, jolting me from my thoughts. Vera’s name flashed on the screen

“You alive?” she croaked when I answered

“Barely You?

My head feels like it’s been split open with an axe. She groaned. “What happened last light? The last thing I remember is challenging that businessman to a tequila contest was hoping you could tell me I said, stirring the congee I’d transferred to a bowl How did I get home?

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As I straightened the throw pillows on my couch, something caught my eye There, ou the coffee table lay a watch. It wasn’t mine toodarge. To masculine My heart

stuttered as I picked it up.

The weight of it spoke of quality. The band was black leather. The face simple but elegant with a small logo Frecognized instantly. This wasn’t just any watch. It was a limited-edition Patek Philippe, worth more than my rent for half a year.

Sebastian’s watch

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