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 he ever

here after buying the clothes. Going for a coffee wasn’t

waiting for the continuation of this story. Unlike me, he looks tidy. His brown hair is fixed. He has shaven some of his scruff shorter,

back down. I have to continue talking, even if I’m slightly terrified of what kind of scolding awaits

me off at Starbucks, and I bought us a coffee. Then I headed out of there, happy with two coffee, but some stranger

a laugh. “Tada,

me?” 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 him.

why would I be mad?” Tobias

sob. “Because I had one job: showing up here with new, presentable clothes, and I messed it up!” Tobias sighs upon noticing how upset

pained laugh escaping me when he says that. “I did hurt myself, though! I scraped my knee because… because I’m

useless,” Tobias says. “Come

where everyone’s curious eyes land on me. People are staring, probably because I’m so dirty. The girls sitting in the lobby are all giggling, and I

worst day of my

to the back of my

glance up at him. “Everyone

“Let them stare.”

girls over

covered in dirt,” he breathes an amused laugh, shaking his head. “You truly have earned your nickname, Pixie

that

grins down at me. “In my

unhappy. “I hate that I

I catch him stifling another

look on my face. I am still determining where we are going. Tobias presses a

shock and lift an eyebrow. “Where the flipping heck are we going? To The

Only some have access to

“Oh…”

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

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

time to let you shower,” he opens a drawer and takes out a package of rose-smelling tissues, or the box says. “But

I do

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

also… well, hot. This close, I can see the details of his face: I think his nose has been broken at

cheek also has a faint scar, but his lips are full. His cheekbones are defined, and his eyes are

his eyes meet

attempt a

the corners. “You’re welcome,” he looks down at my