When Love Turns Dangerous novel Chapter 96

Tara wasn't one to shirk responsibility—especially not when Terence had given her a task. She worked there, after all, and tricking Soren wasn't exactly difficult.

It didn't take long before she had everything ready—drinks and all of Soren's usual swimming essentials. She wheeled the cart over to the poolside.

Someone was already in the water. Tara stopped beside a lounger, waiting for them to finish and get out for a break.

As she sat and watched, her gaze lingered. The swimmer's form was smooth, efficient—almost mesmerizing. There was a grace to every stroke, and the longer she watched, the more drawn in she became.

Propping her chin on one hand, she waited patiently.

Eventually, the swimmer reached the edge of the pool and climbed out. Water shimmered on his broad shoulders, the sun highlighting his fair skin.

He ran a hand through his wet hair and turned—and their eyes met.

Tara shot up from the lounger, her heart skipping a beat. Her breath caught. She had almost forgotten why she was even there.

"M-Mr. Swain," she stammered.

Lance slowly walked toward her. The moment their eyes locked, her face flushed crimson, and she took a step back instinctively.

Why was he here? That would explain the unfamiliar elegance in that swimming style.

Lance didn't say a word. He just kept walking closer, and the air thickened with tension until Tara could barely breathe.

Then he leaned in slightly, raising his hand.

"I—M-Mr. Swain, someone might come out here and see us," she blurted out.

But Lance merely reached past her for a towel and began drying his dark, dripping hair. "So what?" he replied coolly.

Tara's embarrassment surged, her face turning beet red. Of course—he just wanted the towel. She lowered her head and murmured, "I-It's nothing."

Lance dried his hair in silence. Then, without looking at her, he asked, "Where's my coffee?"

Tara wasted no time pouring his coffee and passing it to him. She just so happened to look into his eyes when she handed him the mug.

Something flashed past her mind, and she stiffened briefly before averting her gaze to the ground as if he would eat her alive if they stared at each other much longer.

Lance took a sip and said, "Stop working as a housekeeper. I'll have a new job arranged for you at Swain Corp. You'll be paid ten times higher."

Tara was taken by surprise. Ten times higher?

She looked up at him in disbelief. "Mr. Swain, I'm bound by an employment contract. I can't leave until then. I can't afford to pay the cost of breaching the contract either."

Lance's reaction was similar to Soren's. He looked indifferent about it. "You don't have to worry about the money."

To be honest, Tara was quite hesitant regarding this matter. However, it suddenly crossed her mind that he was one of the male protagonists in the story, and she quickly came to her senses.

"Mr. Swain, thanks, but I don't think I fit the job," she told him.

Lance lowered his eyes as he set his mug down on the cart. "Tara, I'm serious about our relationship. I'm in it for the long run."

Of course, he would think of it that way for now. But it was easy for a person's feelings to change, and he was one of the male protagonists. She couldn't consider his offer.

Seeing her tense up, Lance took out a black bank card from his bathrobe pocket draped over a lounger and handed it to her. "The password's your birthday."

Staring down at the card in Lance's hand, an astonished Tara waved her hands frantically to refuse. "No, I can't take this."

But Lance wasn't going to give in. "You have but one choice."

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