บททั้งหมดของ HIS INNOCENT DOLL: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Sahara woke up the next morning with her whole body aching. Every muscle felt sore, as if she hadn’t rested at all. The memory of last night lingered heavily in her mind, making it even harder to move. She slowly shifted on the bed, trying to sit up. “Leaf…? ” she murmured softly, her hand instinctively reaching for the space beside her. It was empty. Her brows furrowed. “Leaf? She opened her eyes fully, blinking several times as she looked around the room. That’s when she realized she wasn’t in their bedroom anymore. She was in the guest room. For a moment, she just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, confusion settling in. “How… did I get here? ” she whispered to herself. Then it hit her—he must have moved her here after she fell asleep. A small, painful knot formed in her chest.Why?Was he avoiding her even after everything that had happened between them?Did he find her that unbearable to stay beside?Sahara swallowed the thought away and slowly got up. “I shoul

The moonlight slices through the heavy cream curtains of Sahara’s bedroom, cutting pale stripes across the Egyptian cotton sheets. The air in the mansion is silent, save for the rhythmic creak of the antique oak bed frame and the wet, slapping sounds of skin meeting skin. Leaf hovers above her, his elbows planted on either side of her head, muscles coiling and releasing with the precision of a predator. The room smells of jasmine perfume and the sharp, metallic tang of sweat. She woke up with her husband's playful hands roaming around her naked body before this happened. Sahara digs her heels into the back of Leaf’s thighs, urging him deeper. Her nails rake down his spine, leaving red welts on his tanned skin. She looks up into his face, searching his eyes in the dim light, looking for a reflection of the desperate love she feels pounding in her own chest. But she didn't. His expression is tight and focused, jaw clenched as he drives his cock into her with a relentless, steady pressu

Leaf's jaw tightened the moment he saw his wife wrapped in another man's arms. His eyes darkened as he stared at them from a distance. He knew the man. Too well. It was Klent. The man who had always been close to Sahara. The man who looked at her like she was the only person in the world. And now...he was holding his wife. A burning irritation rose inside Leaf's chest. He wanted to walk toward them and pull Sahara away. He wanted to demand an explanation. But he remained still. They didn't notice him because the place where he was standing was hidden from their view. He was supposed to be there for a business meeting at the Italian restaurant. He had no intention of seeing this. But fate had other plans. Beside him, Rocsan noticed the direction of his gaze and followed it. A slow, knowing smile appeared on her lips. "Did you see your sweet little wife?" she whispered teasingly. Leaf immediately turned his sharp gaze toward her. "Stop it, Rocsan," his voice was low and w

Sahara stares at the silhouette cut into the hallway shadows, the question hanging in the stagnant, bourbon-scented air like smoke. Her breath catches in her throat, a jagged snag that refuses to smooth out. The moonlight catches the tension in his forearm, the way the tendons stand out like steel cables under his skin as he grips the frame, but his face is obscured, unreadable. She tries to reconcile the man who just held her with such desperate force with the one standing there now, ready to numb himself before the sweat has even dried on his skin. The logic escapes her, slipping through her fingers like water. It makes no sense. They had just shared the same breath, the same rhythm, and yet the moment it ended, he severed the connection, fleeing the bed as if it were on fire. The pattern repeats itself, a loop playing out for the second time tonight. Her body still hums with the aftershocks of his touch, the phantom pressure of his weight lingering on the mattress, but he is alr

He hated what he was feeling. No— He despised it. The anger burning inside him refused to fade, growing stronger with every passing second. The image of Sahara laughing and embracing another man replayed relentlessly in his mind. It was driving him insane. His chest felt tight, and his breathing grew heavier. Was she cheating on me?The thought echoed over and over in his head. His hands tightened into fists. "Dammit!" With a violent swing of his arm, he hurled the crystal glass across his office. Crash! The glass shattered against the wall, sending shards flying across the floor. Silence followed. Leaf dragged both hands through his hair, his jaw clenched so tightly it hurt. He couldn't concentrate. He couldn't think. All he could see was another man holding his wife.His wife.The office door suddenly opened. Rocsan stepped inside, only to freeze when she noticed the broken glass scattered across the floor. Her eyes widened. "Leaf?" She cautiously cl