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?

until the morning. The hurt expression on his face when he looked at me made my heart ping with pain. Something told me that Rebecca might have been right. There was some kind of misunderstanding that seriously needed to be

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

now.

we were in the air and a nervous feeling fell into the pit of my stomach. My mouth fell open at the sight of the crowd before us. I squinted as

this a million times before. Merida Ryder sat on her chair with her leg crossed over the other and a notebook

best not to look as

wore a stern expression. I hated that he was upset with me. I shook the thought out of my mind and focused on

hand out to shake mine. "I must say, I saw your painting at the auction, and I was blown away. It was incredible. How did you

Elliot who appeared relaxed and content on the couch. He was gazing down at me with a loving expression, and it made me

ask him," I teased, wrapping my arms around his arms. "He's

Merida chuckled.

he is. You must tell us, how did

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