Chapter 12 She Is The Woman From That Night

• Upon entering the room, Vivian cast aside her usual restraint, wrapped her arms around Hendrick's lean waist, and buried her head in his chest. In a soft, delicate voice, she whispered, “Rick, let's make love.”
• She leaned in for a kiss, but Hendrick's expression was slightly tense. Apart from that night, his desire for Vivian was inconsistent, fluctuating on and off.
• Just moments ago, downstairs, he had caught a whiff of her enchanting cinnamon scent that had always bewitched him. Yet, he found himself devoid of any desire for her.