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?

night. I was the only one who was with him 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 cleared up. But just as I opened my mouth to speak, the producer returned. "We are

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

now.

pit of my stomach. My mouth fell open at the sight of the crowd before us.

times before. Merida Ryder sat on her chair with her leg crossed over the other and a notebook on her lap. She had a bright smile on her lips as she

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

Elliot who wore a

so glad to finally meet you, Silver," Merida said, holding her hand out to shake mine. "I must say, I saw your painting at the

was gazing down at me with a loving expression, and it made me relax a bit. I smiled at

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

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