Fraser drove smoothly, taking a direct route into Ravenshire Boulevard, one of the most exclusive and heavily guarded neighborhoods in Havenbrook, where even the smallest property cost a fortune. At the security checkpoint, the guards immediately recognized his license plate and opened the gates without hesitation. The sleek black sports car cruised through the neighborhood without obstruction, heading straight to its designated parking spot. Summer had never been here before. But she knew Ravenshire Boulevard wasn’t just expensive—it was exclusive. Money alone wasn’t enough to secure a home here. The people who lived here weren’t just rich; they were the true power players—top executives, high-ranking officials, the elite of Havenbrook’s social hierarchy. Even the Stewart family, wealthy as they were, didn’t even come close to making the cut. As the car came to a stop, the passenger door swung open from the outside. Summer remained seated, momentarily stunned. Fraser stood just outside, one hand casually tucked into his pocket, his gaze sweeping over her. "Ms. Stewart, do you need me to carry you inside?" Summer frowned slightly before stepping out of the car. A private elevator required a keycard to take them straight to the 66th-floor penthouse. One residence per floor—yet the building still had six elevators. Pure luxury. Summer followed Fraser inside. To her surprise, the penthouse wasn’t as cold and impersonal as she had expected. Floor-to-ceiling windows wrapped around the living room, offering a breathtaking panoramic view of the city. Outside, a long rectangular pool stretched across the balcony, its water shimmering under the soft glow of ambient lights. A plush white sectional sofa sat in the center of the living space, while an open-concept kitchen in muted gray and white tones gave the home a modern yet inviting feel. Fraser casually tossed his keycard and car keys onto the counter before heading straight to the fridge. He opened it, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and twisted off the cap. Summer watched him, then asked, "Where are we?" Tilting his head back, Fraser drank the water in one go, his Adam’s apple moving with each swallow. In the quiet, dimly lit room, the deep, husky sound seemed almost suggestive. When he finished, his dark eyes locked onto Summer, who was still standing by the door. His sharp, dark eyes held a piercing intensity before settling into an unreadable depth. "Summer, why don’t you want to live with me?" Summer shifted uncomfortably and looked away. "I… it’s not that. Yvette’s been going through a rough time. She was falsely accused by some jerk recently, and I wanted to be there for her." Fraser arched a brow, tossing the empty water bottle into the kitchen trash with a smooth arc. "Are you sure about that?" He took slow, deliberate steps towards her, each one radiating dominance and desire. Summer instinctively stepped back, but under the weight of his deep, unreadable gaze, she found herself backed against the wall. Standing before her, Fraser gazed down, one hand reaching up to brush his thumb along her lips. Summer’s eyelashes fluttered. "What… what are you doing?" Fraser’s lips curled faintly. "What do you think?" His scent wrapped around her, his presence overwhelming, making her lightheaded. "My leg hasn’t fully healed," she blurted, desperate to break the tension. Fraser let out a low chuckle. "Funny, considering how fast you were walking just now." A pointed reminder. She had practically bolted out of the hospital earlier, completely ignoring the doctor’s advice to take it easy. Fraser’s fingers tilted her chin upward, forcing her to meet his eyes—dark, deep, and dangerously unreadable. "Relax. You don’t have to move—just enjoy it." Summer swallowed hard, her heartbeat pounding in her chest. She wasn’t sure if it was from fear—or from what was about to happen next.Summer bit her lip. "I think... we need to talk." Fraser didn’t hesitate. "We’ll talk after." With that, he reached for the hem of his black casual shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Summer’s breath caught. His sculpted abs were right in front of her, every muscle sharply defined, radiating strength and control. The sheer intensity of his presence made it hard to think. Summer instinctively reached out to push him away, but the moment her palm touched his bare, solid chest, the heat of his skin sent a tremor through her fingers. "Fraser, you... you need to calm down." "I can’t." Fraser lowered his head, his lips brushing against hers—but he didn’t kiss her. Their breaths mingled, warm and unsteady. "Summer, what exactly are you afraid of?" What was I afraid of? She was afraid of losing herself again—of clinging to something that was never truly hers, only to end up shattered in the end. She knew if she let herself fall again, she wouldn’t be able to pull herself back out. That was why she had to leave before she got hurt. Fraser’s lips brushed hers again, teasing, claiming, yet holding back just enough to drive her crazy. Fraser felt like Summer was constantly testing his limits. She was unpredictable—one moment drawing him in, the next pushing him away. That constant uncertainty left him on edge, a feeling he wasn’t used to." He had always been arrogant, in control, a man who dictated every outcome. But when he heard Trevor had saved her, he had panicked. Because he was afraid. Afraid she would soften towards another man."Mmm..." A sharp, electric sensation shot through her, spreading like wildfire, making her pulse race.