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Melting Her Cold Heart

Cheated on by her fiancé weeks before their wedding, Sara, vowed to never love again. Men could not be trusted, especially with a woman's heart. She had made the mistake once, and that was more than enough for her. Never again would she make the same mistake to give her heart to another. But her resolve began to waver when she came across her new boss, Alexander Legend, a man whose reputation in his expertise and ruthlessness in business preceded him. Respected and feared by many, but to Sara, he was an annoying pest she wished she never met. Too persisted for her liking yet, she finds herself falling, slowly melting in his presence. Getting used to his stolen kisses and hugs and sometimes anticipating them. °°°°° Excerpts “You will fall for me, Sara. One day, I'll have your heart too,” Alex drawled. His voice had a seductive allure that had her heart racing. The fact that his hand was leisurely resting around her waist didn't help her either. “Try as much as you want to,” despite her body begging for his touch, Sara was determined to reject him today and any other day. She couldn't make the same mistake again. “You won't succeed in your seduction. NOT NOW. NOT EVER.” Alex smirked, kissed behind her ear and her body trembled, much to his satisfaction. That was all he needed to keep purising the stubborn woman in his arms right now. “We shall see, Miss Ambrose,” he cooed and then released her. He returned to his seat and asked in a professional tone. “What is my schedule for today?”

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52. It's the Goldmans, right?

Jessa drove her car to a stop in front of the gate as the security came to check her identity and confirm with those inside. Her eyes never left the building, although she communicated with a security man speaking to her. She wore a frown on her face, but her words remained polite.

"You can go in Ms Winters," the security said after communicating with someone inside the house.

Jessa gave him a polite nod before driving in. Once she parked the car, she made her way inside under the guidance of a middle-aged woman.

"The Young Master is this way, Ms. Winters," the woman led to a closed door, and she knocked. A soft hum was heard from within, and she pushed open the door, revealing that face if aan whom she has only met once but has heard a little about and has all the reason to be wary of. "I have brought Ms. Winters, Young Master," the woman said with a respectful nod.