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?

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

me another look. I followed behind, wanting to talk to him, but knowing it had to wait until after the interview. There was no

now.

of my stomach. My mouth fell open at the sight of the crowd before us. I squinted as the lights around the studio

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

beside Elliott, trying my best not to look as

I couldn't help but steal glances up at Elliot who wore a stern expression. I hated that he was

to shake mine. "I must say, I saw your painting at the

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

anything I ask him," I teased, wrapping my arms

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