The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 946

A woman’s bad luck always starts the moment she feels sorry for a man. That’s just how it goes.

When Devin slapped himself, it hurt Autumn more than it hurt him. She rushed over, grabbing his hand before he could do it again. “What are you doing?”

As she tried to stop him, her eyes drifted to the table and spotted a gift.

Devin, shameless as ever, noticed and jumped right in. “That’s for you. I owe you so much, and I’m broke. I can’t buy you anything fancy, so I just got you some flowers.”

It was a bouquet the hotel sent up, along with a box of condoms—part of a “special guest” package. Dailey, desperate for a plan, had arranged it so the staff would deliver the flowers with a miniature camera hidden inside, all under the guise of hotel hospitality.

Honestly, getting flowers and condoms from a hotel isn’t unheard of. Devin didn’t think twice and just let them drop it off.

When Autumn realized the flowers were for her, she couldn’t help but smile. For a second, she felt like she was back at the start of their relationship, giddy and young.

Devin handed her the bouquet. “Do you like it?”

As he did, the tiny camera fell deeper into the arrangement, and over on the other end, Herman lost the video feed. Luckily, he could still hear everything.

No matter how old you get, flowers always feel romantic.

Autumn hesitated, then took them. “You didn’t have to waste money on me.”

Look a little closer, and you’d see the blush on her cheeks—a telltale sign she still cared.

Devin, old hand at this, saw his opening. He took her hands in his, looked deep into her eyes, and said, “Swallow, all these years, I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

Who could resist words like those? They made a woman feel special, soothed old wounds, and flattered her heart.

But Autumn had a bit of sense left. She was married.

“Devin, that was years ago. Let’s not talk about it. I have a family now.”

She was reminding Devin, and herself.

She had a husband—she couldn’t betray him.

Devin, though, saw his chance and wasn’t about to let it slip. He pulled her into his arms. “Swallow, I’ve missed you every single day for over twenty years. I just kept it all buried.”

He started to touch her, and the flowers tumbled from Autumn’s hands. She froze. “Devin, don’t—”

But Devin wasn’t stopping. He was a man of action, after all.

He might have felt guilty, but Devin always looked out for himself. Autumn’s circumstances had changed—she could help him now, and he needed her.

Old flames are easy to reignite.

Devin kissed her, hands wandering. “Swallow, I want you. I’ve missed you so much.”

He was as eager as he’d been when they first met.

Autumn and Mr. Walker’s marriage was more of a routine than a romance—dutiful, dull, and as they got older, they barely touched each other anymore. Even women in their fifties need warmth.

Devin’s passion swept Autumn away.

“Devin, we can’t—”

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