Chapter 358
She craved his presence, his care, and his affection more than she dared admit. Yet, with each caress, guilt gnawed at the edges of her consciousness, a stark reminder of the deception that defined their clandestine intimacy.
For Eva, the boundaries between truth and fiction blurred in the haze of desire and obligation. She clung to Jude, her heart heavy with unspoken truths, her body yearning for the solace only he could provide.
Jude, his passion fueled by love and longing, whispered words of endearment, unaware of the silent plea hidden within Eva's gaze. To him, this was a moment of profound connection, a communion of souls bound by an unbreakable thread of devotion.
In that suspended reality, Eva surrendered to the paradox of her existence, entangled in a web of secrets and desires that threatened to unravel at any moment. Her hands held onto Jude as if grasping at a lifeline, a silent plea for understanding in a world fraught with uncertainty.