Chapter 168
Chapter 168 Jensen Is Getting Pulverized Here
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There was no way something like this could stay hidden. The moment Sharon produced their marriage certificate, she would be branded the mistress–no questions asked. Jensen’s every move made it clear he was set on destroying her, and nothing short of her ruin would satisfy
him.
Natalie’s eyes turned icy; anger condensed inside her chest, rising bit by bit. No wonder Baron had been furious. The fact that he hadn’t cut Jensen down on the spot already showed remarkable restraint. So he went to the gym … was it because of me?
Because I insisted on taking revenge myself, he held back – even though it was eating him alive?
Her heart suddenly ached for Baron.
“Sweethearts, keep playing for a while. I’m going to check on your daddy.”
She didn’t even bother finishing with her hair; she set the dryer aside and ran straight for the
gym.
Meanwhile, Baron’s men had sent him a message.
“Mr. Baron, we spotted assassins at the airport. They seemed to be targeting Madam.”
Baron’s gaze sharpened, murderous intent flaring.
“Are you certain?”
“Yes. They’ve been watching the exits. At first we thought they were after u, so we ran full scans–but found no traces aimed your way. Instead, they slipped in under the cover of Madam’s designer return; their target is clear.”
The words sent a fresh wave of killing intent crashing through Baron, nearly suffocating in its intensity.
He laughed coldly, though the sound never touched his eyes. The red tear mole at the corner glowed like a drop of blood, sharp and dazzling.
“Find out who’s behind this! Leave none of those assassins alive–eliminate them all.”
“Yes, sir!”
When the call ended, Baron’s urge to kill surged so violently he felt like blowing the entire gym to pieces.
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Someone dared to touch his woman? They’d better be ready for him to tear them limb from
limb.
But for now, he couldn’t strike openly.
His beloved wife wanted to take her own revenge; he had to let her.
Still, the murderous fire in him refused to settle.
Baron found a sandbag and pounded at it like a man possessed.
At the same time, Natalie reached the
gym.
Through the frosted glass door came the heavy, guttural thuds of impact, rumbling like a beast’s growl against her eardrums. She shoved the door open; a wave of hot, masculine scent mixed with salt–slick sweat crashed over her.
Baron’s torso was bare, bronze muscles pulled taut like a bowstring; sweat slid down the groove of his spine, tracing a damp, gleaming arc along his waist.
The sandbag groaned under his furious punches, the chain rattling with each bone–crushing blow.
His black workout pants were soaked through, plastered to the taut lines of his thighs; every savage side–kick made the buried power beneath his skin explode outward in terrifying bursts.
Natalie’s gaze locked onto the sharp cut of his jaw.
Sweat trailed down the cords of his neck, rolled past his heaving chest, an lisappeared into the ridges of his abs.
When he twisted and lashed a whip–kick through the air, the crack against the sandbag reverberated through the room; she finally saw his eyes-
Violence and raw possession churned inside, barely caged within his body. The crimson tint at his
eye corners was like blades tempered in fire and blood; each strike looked as if he were smashing Jensen into dust inside that sandbag.
Sweat pattered against the floor in a hot, relentless rhythm.
Natalie was stunned speechless.
She had never seen this side of Baron.
She thought she’d be afraid; instead, desire flickered from deep inside her, rising unbidden to
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her mind. Her knees weakened; she wanted to throw herself into the arms of this man who made her heart race.
Baron sensed her presence instantly. His sharp gaze snapped toward her.
The moment he saw Natalie, half–damp hair framing her flushed lips, the violence in his eyes solidified into a bottomless black. He strode over, seized the back of her head, and pinned her against the frosted glass—his scorching, domineering kiss stole every breath from her lungs.
Natalie drowned in his raw masculinity; every surface she touched was firm muscle without a trace of softness. Her mind went blank, her body betraying her, responding to the force of his
kiss.
Baron pulled back before she completely unraveled.
His breath was ragged, storm raging in his eyes; yet he restrained himself until his gaze was bloodshot with the effort.
“Running over here with your hair still wet? You’ll catch a cold!”
Without waiting for her response, he dragged her into the lounge, grabbed a blow dryer, and began drying her hair himself.
The warm air swept across her scalp; she still hadn’t caught up to what just happened.
“You… you’re not going to shower?”
The words slipped out before she could stop herself; Natalie instantly wished her tongue off.