Chapter 8 Pack Your Things

Paige looked at the clock on the wall. It was 11:00 AM.

She had been asleep for four hours.

Paige grew nervous at the sight of Chris. It was hard to keep her cool when she was around him.

Chris threw his jacket onto the sofa and loosened his tie as he approached the bed.

“…You’re back,” she said stiffly.

“Yeah,” Chris answered indifferently. He got into bed and drew close to kiss Paige’s lips.

She caught a whiff of the smell of alcohol.

The alcohol mixed with his musk was intoxicating.

Paige tried to push him away. However, Chris mistook her struggling attempts as coy play, and he was digging it.

After locking lips with Paige, Chris took a shower and went to bed. However, Paige lay wide awake.

She peeked at Chris, who was asleep. With his eyes closed, the man’s piercing gaze was gone, and his facial features softened… What the hell was he thinking? Why had he married her? Was it to get on her sister’s nerves? Was it to uphold the Jewells’ reputation?

Paige could