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.

don’t know Tobias that well. Does he ever

against what Tobias told me: to come here after buying the clothes.

this story. Unlike me, he looks tidy. His brown hair is fixed. He has shaven some of his scruff shorter, and his green eyes are intense

under his gaze, but I can’t back down. I have to continue talking, even if I’m slightly terrified of what kind of scolding awaits me after I’m done

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 I fell into a puddle,” I glance down at my clothes. “And now I’m dirty, but I didn’t want to betray your trust by not coming here!

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at me?” I search his face. If Tobias is angry, I would rather have him yell at me outside of the

would I be mad?”

I had one job: showing up here with new, presentable clothes, and I messed it up!” Tobias sighs upon noticing how upset I am and takes my hand in his larger one with a gentler look. “I’m just glad you didn’t hurt

escaping me when he says that. “I did hurt myself, though! I scraped my knee because… because I’m useless! I’m so angry at

useless,” Tobias says. “Come with

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

the worst day of

but Tobias’s hand goes to the back of my neck as he leads me toward

glance up at him.

“Let them stare.”

girls over

in dirt,” he breathes

that your

grins down at me.

the floor, unhappy. “I hate that I can’t

but I catch him stifling another laugh. I’m

going. Tobias presses

“Where the flipping

office. Only some have access

“Oh…”

at kitchen area, a pool table, and glassed windows with a beautiful view of the city. Of course, there is also a desk

I can ask questions, he grabs me by the sides

of rose-smelling tissues, or the box says. “But I can help clean your face,” his eyes meet mine. “But you should probably lose

do as he

desk, and he carefully dabs my cheek. There is nothing sexual going on, yet I feel butterflies

so focused, and also… well, hot. This close, I can see the details of his face: I think his nose

full. His cheekbones are defined, and his eyes are a

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

a

eyes crinkle by the corners. “You’re welcome,” he looks down at my arms and frowns.