Clocking Out: My Billionaire's Contract Expired
Language: en
Victor Sterling drank too much last night. In his drunken stupor, he slipped his family’s vintage heirloom bracelet onto my wrist. His eyes were rimmed red as he held me in a suffocating grip, murmuring her name over and over: "Serena, please don't go..." I let him hold me. I even patted his back gently, coaxing him to sleep. The next morning, when Victor woke up and sobered, he stared at the bracelet on my wrist with visible annoyance. His voice was ice-cold. "Take it off. That doesn't belong to you." I obediently slipped it off and carefully placed it on the nightstand. "Don't worry,…