Silver's POV

I stared at my husband in disbelief. Was he seriously telling me to pretend I care about him? As if I didn't already care about him. I folded my arms across my chest and pressed my lips in a thin line as I glared up at him.

"What makes you think I don't already care about you?" I asked him.

He turned to look at me, his eyes narrowed.

"Because you allowed someone to take advantage of me the other night. What am I supposed to think?" He asked through his teeth.

My brows furrowed together.

What was he talking about?

ping with pain. Something told me that Rebecca might have been right. There was some kind of misunderstanding that seriously needed to be

behind, wanting to talk to him, but knowing it had to wait until after the interview. There was no way I was going to be able to talk to

now.

open at the sight of the crowd before us. I squinted as the lights around the studio nearly blinded me and

over to the couch as if he had done this a million times before. Merida Ryder sat on her chair with her leg crossed over the other and a notebook on

sat beside Elliott, trying my best not to look as awkward as I

died down, Merida made her introductions and spoke to the audience with grace. I couldn't help but steal glances up at Elliot who wore a stern expression. I

to shake mine. "I must say, I saw your painting at the auction, and I was blown away. It

me with a

anything I ask him," I teased, wrapping my arms around his arms. "He's quite tentative to

Merida chuckled.

You must tell

The Novel will be updated daily. Come back and continue reading tomorrow, everyone!

Comments ()

0/255