Wrong Love, Final Goodbye: She'll Never Look Back-Chapter 327: If You Push Me Away Now, It’s Not Too Late

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: If You Push Me Away Now, It’s Not Too Late

Tanya Sinclair arrived at Phoenix Court; the main door of the main building wasn’t tightly closed, left open just for her.

She walked in, passed through the living room, and saw Declan Pierce’s tall figure busy cooking in the kitchen.

He was wearing a soft white wool sweater, his hair strikingly black.

Tanya walked toward him step by step and gently embraced his waist from behind. Declan had heard her footsteps a long time ago and allowed her to approach; it was only when she embraced him that his hands paused slightly.

"Be good, I’m chopping vegetables." His voice was deep and mellow, carrying a sense of helpless indulgence.

Tanya responded with a soft "Mm," pressing her face against his broad back, hugging him even tighter.

Declan sensed something was wrong and put down the knife he had moved away.

"What’s wrong?"

"Nothing," Tanya shook her head slightly, "just a bit tired."

"Work issues?" he asked.

She remained silent, and Declan took it as her acquiescence.

"Take a few days off. If you can’t, I’ll contact the person in charge at the base."

As he spoke, Declan was already planning to dry his hands and grab his phone to make a call.

Tanya knew that one phone call from him could grant her a holiday, so she quickly stopped him and, in her panic, grabbed his arm.

"Just looking at you makes the tiredness go away."

She wasn’t usually the kind to act coy, but when she did, it was extremely effective.

So effective that even though he knew she was lying, he wouldn’t expose her.

Declan lowered his eyes to look at her, his deep obsidian-like eyes seemingly penetrating everything.

Tanya suddenly felt a bit flustered, involuntarily taking two steps back until her back hit the smooth edge of the kitchen island. Declan propped his hand beside her, enclosing her entirely in his arms.

As he leaned closer, she could smell the cold yet rich scent of laundry detergent on him.

"Is just looking enough?" he teased her, bending down, a sly curve at the corner of his mouth.

In fact, it wasn’t much different from college days.

Tanya suddenly couldn’t resist reaching up to gently caress the corner of his mouth.

— When did it happen?

— When did you come back?

Losing focus for a moment, Tanya didn’t notice how the man’s dark features, like deepening whirlpools, quietly drew closer to her.

"What are you thinking?" his deep and slow voice asked. He caught her restless hand, his warm breath on her fingertips brought her back to reality.

Too close, he almost kissed her fingertips.

The pre-simmered soup started to boil, the steam seemingly reaching her.

Tanya nervously swallowed, trying to pull her hand back.

"I didn’t..."

Before she could finish, Declan had already kissed her, intertwining his fingers with hers in a semi-enticing gesture, drawing her into a deep embrace.

Tanya was kissed until she was breathless, her body heated up, stammering to remind him, "The soup..."

With the smartest cooking console, he freed one hand, pressing a button somewhere that made the machine beep, and turned off the stove.

"Hungry?" Declan asked in a husky voice, kissing her on the corner of her mouth.

His eyes clearly showing desire, fused with the warm-colored light of the kitchen, was an enchanting sight.

Tanya could hear her own heartbeat; they were so close, Declan naturally heard it too.

A muffled laugh came from his chest, evidently, he didn’t need her answer anymore.

"Seems like you’re not hungry..." his voice became even hoarser, burning Tanya’s ears like fire.

She raised her arms, wrapped them around his neck, and buried her face in the side of his neck.

"Declan..."

Declan’s throat tightened a bit, "Mm."

She didn’t know that just calling his name like that was the most lethal love confession to him.

Declan stroked the person’s hair at the back of her head, his fingers climbing her slender spine section by section, feeling her restrained shivers, like the most patient hunter luring his prey to willingly walk into his trap.

"Tanya, now is your chance to push me away."

The hands wrapped around his neck slowly loosened, Declan stiffened slightly, his gaze cooling, but in the next second, Tanya held his face and kissed him.

Declan’s jet-black pupils contracted sharply, scooped up the person in his arms, and carried her straight upstairs.

Who knows how much time passed, Tanya’s voice became hoarse, and she couldn’t help but kick his shoulder.

"Declan!"

The coquettish complaint fell into his ears, only making it more seductive.

"Mm, I’m here," he held her slender ankle, again kissing it with insatiable greed.

In the end, Tanya drifted off into a deep sleep and woke up truly starving.