The Billionaire Refuses To Divorce Me

dler's eyes. The faint hint of whatever emotion had be

ce dangerously low, "that any

"Doesn't it? Every tabloid in New York

g in his cheek. He seemed almost o

lk. That she would expose their sham of a marriage and complicate h

r marriage was a business arrangement. I won't breathe a word of

ate him, that it would be the key to

was

his hand shot out, his fingers closing around her chin, forcing he

rowl that seemed to come from deep in

on earth would she be jealous? The concept was so foreign, so utterly nons

honest confusion. "I... I don't underst

It was extinguished, leaving behind a black

he sudden movement causing her t

ce a hollow, self-mocking whisper.

ying to peel back her skin and see into her soul. But all he

into the metal file cabinet beside the desk. The sound was like a guns

g into her throat, but she re

, wrenched it open, and left, slamming it shut behind

e desc

ncave dent in her file cabinet. Her mind was a wh

her. She grabbed her phone, her fingers jabb

You are buying me dinner tonight. The most expensive restaurant in the city. If y

the other end of the line,

est easing slightly, replaced by

leb had just hung up when Patty Hicks,

Dr. Weaver?" Patty asked, her eyes wide wit

to be discreet. "Dr. Weaver was just helping

out of her office like a thundercloud. And since when does Dr. 'I-le

l whisper. "You don't think she got

Have you seen her work? That aortic dissection last month? The one no one

It had been the talk of the surgical floor for a week. St

ons. The powerful CEO, the fragile actress, and the brilliant, cold surgeon. Th