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!

agony being here?! It’s like asking someone if they cut their hair when you

is broken, and I don’t want to show myself as vulnerable, so what

temper

none of your business…”

know. The point is that she looks scared, kind of like she has seen

much, why did she

do I look

think of me. Neither do I care. I suppose I’m tall. Perhaps that’s enough to enter the scary-man

I would like to think of myself as

trembling, and

Is she serious?

in the master

“Oh.”

She looks relieved.

“With me,” I add.

“Oh…”

now Hannah looks like I’ve told her I’m going to take her out into the forest at night to murder her. Like, what the fuck? Is

pumping. “Just

shocking me beyond belief. I turn around, losing my train of thought for a moment, until I see her

eyes narrow. “Why are

down. Neither does my irritated tone wipe the

angry.” Irritated, yes.

sun. “Do you know

fuck uses expressions when they talk? A clown? A therapist, or perhaps a kindergarten teacher? She is weird—a

“No, what do you do?” Tell me so that I

deep breath filling her chest with air. “Count to three,” she is now slowly exhaling while keeping her smile. “And then I let it out

little hands, rattles them really, and that’s when it hits

inner anger and moving on. I promise you this will help you deal with your pent-up stress and anger.” Her fingers are still moving. Actually,

front

“Don’t joke about that! I have

roll my eyes. “Of course, you have friends

you making fun of

smile or move a facial muscle, but I’m laughing

“You’re being mean…”

the dimly lit hallway. And just because I can, I take a step toward her with

are wide with fear, and her bottom

Hannah mumbles. “You’re…

perhaps you should take a deep breath and shake your fingers,

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