Chapter 1593

While he made his pitch, Torsten's hand crept over to stroke Celena's hand, his nose hovering near her neck, inhaling deeply, a look of rapture on his face.

He breathed in her scent, not the overpowering perfume that clung to other women, but a subtle, natural fragrance that was all Celena's.

Torsten was captivated by her scent. Taking in deep breaths, he murmured, "Ms. Stone, you're truly one in a million, with a natural scent like yours. I've met my share of women, but none quite like you..."

Tears streamed down Celena's face, her expression one of pure terror. Overcome with fear, her body was rigid, trembling non-stop. Her hands, though bound, were balled into fists, trying to hold onto some semblance of composure. She bit her lip so hard that a trickle of blood began to form.

"Mr. Williams, please, I'm begging you... let me go," Celena wept, her voice breaking with despair. "I'm married, I have a husband...

"Please, you've got it all wrong about me. I'm not that kind of woman.