A CEO's Revenge Marriage Accidentally in Love

Chapter 8

Hannah

Based on everything I know about Tobias, my new husband, I know that he values honesty and trustworthiness. But he isn’t a man that quickly opens up and likes a person.

No, that needs to be earned, and I can see why.

Tobias’s ex-wife cheated on him, and his trust issues must come from their failed marriage. And since I want to be better than his ex-wife, I don’t want to start our story by letting him down. Which is why I came in time to the brunch with dirty clothes.

It might have been a terrible decision…

Now I’m fighting the urge to run as Tobias looks at me with an amused expression. It doesn’t exactly calm down my nerves.

I can’t stop my stomach from churning and twisting with unease. Tobias hasn’t said a word, and I wish I could read his mind because I’m undecided between crying hysterically or laughing.

“How did you get so dirty?” Tobias asks.

“I don’t even know where to begin…” I mumble.

“How about from the beginning?”

“I suppose I could do that”

He simply smiles, and I talk. “As you know, your chauffeur took me to this incredibly fancy clothing store. It was grand, and once inside, a lady came to get me. She helped me pick this outfit.”

Tobias nods. “Cindi.”

“Yes, she knew I was coming because you had called her earlier. She was very friendly and professional.” “Mhm, I asked specifically for Cindi since she is the best. I wanted to ensure your outfit would be proper and elegant for brunch.”

I smile. After all, that was thoughtful of Tobias, but now I have to tell the part when everything went wrong.

“Right, well… I came out of that store wearing my new clothes, and everything was fantastic. I was so grateful and happy. You spoiled me not only with the clothes I’m wearing. You also told Cindi to pick. some extra clothes for me. I came out of that store with three bags. I was a little mindblown by your generosity.”

His expression turns pleased with the praise. “Go on.”

“Anyway, I left my old clothes and the bags in the car. And YES, I know I was supposed to come here directly, but I wanted coffee.”

I pause, hoping Tobias won’t be mad about that part. He probably is, though. Why wouldn’t he be? Cautiously, I look up to find him wearing the ghost of a smirk. If he is angry with me, it doesn’t show. But Jesus Christ, he really is tall. I feel puny, which makes me feel even more vulnerable sharing this story.

Tobias that well. Does

deliberately went against what Tobias told me: to come here after buying the clothes. Going for a coffee wasn’t on my list. Shit, he wouldn’t

he looks tidy. His brown hair is fixed. He has shaven some of his scruff shorter,

I have to continue talking, even if I’m slightly terrified of what kind of

where was 1,” I nervously laugh. “Right, the coffee! I asked your chauffeur to drop me off at Starbucks, and I bought us a coffee. Then I headed out of there, happy with two coffee, but some stranger pushed me, and

a laugh.

I search his face. If Tobias is angry, I would rather have him yell at me outside of the building where no one can hear

I be

up!” Tobias sighs upon noticing how upset I am and takes my hand

can’t fight the pained laugh escaping me when he says that. “I did hurt myself, though! I scraped

not useless,” Tobias

probably because I’m so dirty. The girls sitting in the lobby are all giggling, and I

worst

embarrassed, but Tobias’s hand goes to the back of

up at him.

“Let them stare.”

girls over there are

Your entire face is covered in dirt,” he breathes an amused laugh, shaking his head. “You truly have earned

“Is that your

at me. “In my phone,

unhappy. “I hate that I can’t even defend myself when I look like

but I catch him stifling another laugh. I’m glad

keep an unhappy look on my face. I am still determining where we are going. Tobias presses a button on the panel that

in shock and lift an eyebrow. “Where

private office. Only some have access to

“Oh…”

at kitchen area, a pool table,

before I can ask questions, he grabs me by the sides and lifts

time to let you shower,” he opens a drawer and takes out a package of rose-smelling tissues, or the box says. “But I can help clean your face,” his eyes meet mine. “But you

I do

my vision. My legs dangle from the desk, and he carefully dabs my

of his face: I think his nose has been broken at some point. It’s not perfect

scar, but his lips are full. His cheekbones are defined, and his eyes are a shade of emerald

and only blink when his eyes meet mine. Amusement crosses his features. “You’re all

attempt a smile. “Thank

he looks down at my