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
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