Housewife Gone Wild

Chapter 59

The weight of his stare was suffocating. I played dumb. “A love song? My Englysian isn’t great, and I didn’t catch that. But wow, you sounded flawless. No surprise, though, Mr. Ivy League.”

Jared let out a quiet scoff. “You’re getting worse at lying. The only reason I sang with Tracy was to save face for her. Half the board was there, and she’s VP now. If I humiliated her, she’d lose credibility with them.”

“VP?” I blinked. “Since when? I thought she was your assistant.”

“Board promoted her last week,” he said matter–of–factly. “She earned it.”

A sharp twist of jealousy hit me. Tracy’s rise had Jared’s fingerprints all over it. Suddenly, I didn’t want to talk anymore. I just muttered, “Oh,” and turned away.

Jared caught my shift instantly. “Now you care?” he taunted. “Bit late for that.”

“I don’t,” I forced myself to reply flatly. “Tracy’s competent. Everyone knows that. She got the job on merit, unlike me, who got Harmonia Hotel’s manager title just because of you.”

deepened. “You are my wife. That’s not

Goodnight, dear.” I shut my eyes, done with

arms locked around me from behind, his lips grazing the nape

still not feeling well.” My voice was stiff as I shoved

gentle.” The words were soft, but

into mine, hot and insistent. I twisted away, but he caught my wrists and wrenched them above my

catch-” His

was his frustration over holding back with Tracy tonight. Maybe I was just the convenient stand- in, the warm

knees. When my arms buckled, he hauled me back against him, fingers digging into my hips. He

passed–I wasn’t sure how much. Eventually, he stopped. His body was satisfied, but his expression was still dark, like… it hadn’t lived

you tonight?” Jared’s voice cut through the silence

feeling settled over me, and I yanked the blanket up to cover myself. His accusatory tone only stoked my anger. Did he

I’ve been really sick

not what I’m talking about,” Jared muttered, his voice