ng hot. In the dim light, his face was sha

repeated, his breath, heavy with a

cold. "I am Cullen Mitchell's wife, Chloe Mar

gh, as if he'd heard the funniest joke in the world

usin's sickbed for money." His words

ed being defined by money, espe

ke an iron clamp. He suddenly ducked his head,

rage surged through her. She struggled,

ett grunted in pain but didn't let go. Instead, he

ffocate, Barrett abruptly stopped. As

of the sofa. She furiously wiped he

ession were gone, replaced by utter confusion and..

encountered at a hotel three years ago-had look

ce was as cold as ice as

is was her husband's room, and wh

e butler, Edwin Foster, spoke from outside.

. He shot Chloe a look, a look one mig

ed the door. He spoke a few cold

ssionless gaze fell on Chloe, her lips s

t the old master's mind at ease, I need to take a

was this? Take a "harmonious" photo with

rt of your contract-to cooperate unconditionall

enched her fists, her nails digging into he

ezed the word th

l. Barrett was standing there, looking impati

" Barrett

the illusion of intimacy, Chloe took a deep breath and moved

ould feel his body stiffen and the palpa

oman nestled close while the man's profile remained co

ken, Barrett pushed Chloe a

arrett said, turning and walkin