nsion had shifted. Anastasia was wrapped in his

his tone neutral. "Are you planning on going back to the

heat to her ears. She cleared her throa

row. "So you're plannin

"Not living together would make this marriage look fake,

ckle and didn't argue. I

ce with him kept her damn symptoms at bay, quiet as a sleeping c

Mr. Sharpe, I'm curious. Why did you a

ne, I do need a wife. And two, watching Juston Cro

t the underlying message: he held a grudge

essed. "I thought the Sharpe

es, marrying the sole survivor of the Beaumont family i

new her background. He even knew the "v

oy pawn. Now she saw he was somethi

d me," she state

e marrying a complete stranger," he replied, as

not as simple as she had thought. She thought she

ntered. "Did you marry me just

harp, cutting stra

watching the city lights streak by.

sses, freedom to find the truth, freed

time, it was a silence filled with

r of the polo club's lot but didn'

ddenly, "is more than just that of a fiancé. He

rception. This man wasn't just d

his head, his blue eyes piercing in the d

a beat. He saw r

n calm. "Does this have any

'wife's' true situation helps me assess t

th detached and brutally accurate. It left her with no