The Billionaire's Mistake

MISTAKE 56

Chapter 56: Signing Event

I saw a man put his hand on my wife's back, and I was jealous and wanted to know who he was," Daniel corrected with a straight face, and she was at a loss for words.

"Jealous?" she asked incredulously. It was as though someone had said that the ancient Egyptians disappeared because Cleopatra's undies were thrown into Osiris' temple. "Why not? I am human," he answered.

"This document, wherever you got it, will have to pass through my lawyer, so there is nothing

to bother about," she dismissed him.

"Keep scrolling," he instructs her, and she continues after a moment of hesitation. She saw pictures of Stanley meeting with her lawyer. She already knew what this was the moment she saw it. But she could not bring herself to believe it. "What is this?"

"The author of Autumn's Snow is called Autumn Hanson. She is your lawyer, Mr. Hanson's uncle," he explained, and she started finding it hard to breathe..

"Why?" she asked.

"You are about to sign a deal tomorrow; should I hide it from you?" he asked.

"I mean, why are you helping me? You even said this is part of the reason you are marrying me?" she asked, her voice barely leaving her throat.

You have probably handled several legal matters concerning

me? You have not helped me all this while; why start now? Why did

him.

hers. Anya was somewhat disappointed. He felt responsible for her. His pride was pricked when someone plotted against her while she was married to him. She was not sure what she was expecting him to say. Did she think he would say that he loved her? Had she not gotten over him yet? When Daniel saw the disappointment in her eyes, he felt a slight panic,

Why the author of Autumn Snow?" she asked Daniel, "Why not transfer copyright

any difference,"

"Why?" she asked.

that commissioned the author of Autumn

make me a muse?" She found herself laughing. She nodded

you, but I

filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Anya stood before her mirror, her hands trembling slightly as she applied the finishing touches to her makeup. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions; the events of the previous

were still fresh in her memory as she prepared to face Stanley

just too paranoid. But her fear gnawed at her insides like a cluster of worms; Daniel never joked. If she knew anyone well, it was Daniel, and he took everything seriously. He would not make

attempting to calm herself, yet her resolve hardened with each passing moment. As long as she does not sign, all will be well. If the document they give her bears any resemblance to the one Daniel had taken out last

sight of Daniel waiting for her in the living room, a tray of breakfast spread out on the table before

voice unusually soft. His gentle gaze raked

at the table. "Good morning, Daniel," she replied, her voice low and anxious. She still didn't know how to deal with Daniel who brought her food. In all her years married to him, he had never willingly done anything for her. Seeing him waiting for her with a tray

his tone casual. "I ordered breakfast for us," he said, his eyes never leaving hers. "I thought we

as she glanced down at the food, her appetite evaporating in the face of her mounting anxiety. "That's... thoughtful of you, Daniel," she murmured,

in silence, Daniel noticed she was finding it hard