A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
Tobias

How do you trust a person after the one who was your everything betrayed you by sleeping with your best friend?

You don’t.

At least not me.

“I don’t need a bodyguard!” Hannah exclaims as we take off our shoes inside my hallway, which now is hers too.

“You do need one,” I say without facing her. All I want right now is a shower and some much-needed rest.

“No one would try to assassinate me!”

I arch an eyebrow while hanging up my coat, watching her over my shoulder as I do. “No, but… Someone might try to press me for money by kidnapping you.”

Hannah looks shocked by my words. Fear enters those ice-blue eyes, and then something weird happens: I, Tobias Ford, feel guilt for pulling this woman into my crazy life and schemes.

The guilt trip lasts for about three seconds. Then I remind myself that Hannah needs this. She is a broke college student, and I’m the answer to her problems.

I shouldn’t feel guilty.

Still, I sigh. “Look, how about we talk about this tomorrow? It’s late, and I have an early day tomorrow.”

Noticing my tiredness, Hannah relents. Her expression softens, and she stops pressing her agenda. How interesting. It seems former Mrs. Darling cares more about other’s people well-being than her own. I admire that.

“I suppose I can wait until tomorrow,” Hannah looks around and takes in the space around her. Her eyes widen like I knew they would, and shock crosses her features. “So this is your house…”

“Yes.”

She laughs, and I stare her down.

“Did I say something funny?” I ask.

“No, it’s just that…” a smile tugs on her lips, and she looks up at me with glittering eyes. So naive. So innocent and young. “If this is your house, why were you staying at the hotel?”

My mood darkens. “Because I was with my ex-wife when I bought this house. It’s filled with our old memories.”

“Oh, I’m sorry… I didn’t know that… But I suppose I should have…” Hannah stares down at the ground, embarrassed. “Is it hard for you to be here?”

Is she serious?

The answer is yes, and Hannah should know that!

if they cut their hair when you see them

point that out. It would be admitting my heart is broken, and I don’t want to

lose my temper like

your business…”

know. The point is that she

so much, why

importantly, do I look

ask what other people think of me. Neither

I would like to

trembling, and she avoids eye

Is she serious?

in

“Oh.”

She looks relieved.

“With me,” I add.

“Oh…”

the forest at night to murder her. Like, what the fuck? Is the thought of sharing a bed with me that terrible?! My ex-wife cheated on

is pumping. “Just

grabs my hand, shocking me beyond belief. I turn around, losing my train of thought for a

eyes narrow. “Why

but doesn’t back down. Neither does my irritated tone wipe the sweet smile from her

angry.” Irritated, yes. Angry?

she smiles and beams brighter than the goddamn sun. “Do you know what I do when I’m feeling like

that an idiom? Who the fuck uses expressions when they talk? A clown? A therapist, or perhaps

darkly amused. “No, what do you do?” Tell me so that I can

air. “Count to three,” she is now

stare at her while she shakes her little hands, rattles them really, and that’s when it

I promise you this will help you deal with your pent-up stress and

under my breath. “If I did that in front of the people at my office, I would

I have

eyes. “Of

you making

or move a facial muscle, but I’m laughing on the

“You’re being mean…”

nice person,” I meet her eyes in the dimly lit hallway. And

are wide with fear, and her bottom lip is trembling. She looks as if I might punch her. Why? I already

Hannah mumbles. “You’re… upsetting me

shake your fingers, you know, to calm down and all

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