My Billionaire Fiancé's Hidden Wife

Morri

the front door echoed

bathroom and turned on the faucet. I cupped the freezing water in my hands and spl

nox's leather briefcase hit

as laced with exhaustion, but carefully dipped in

ands. I took a breath, pasting that br

ed out, my voice

across the mahogany floor. Knox was standing by the

his arms, a picture-perfect

embrace and wrapped my arms around his waist. *I held my breath. Just like I did when I

d loudly. "The interns at the MIT lab are completely

uit jacket. It was a bespoke Italian cut. I

head, his lips parting, aiming straight fo

an inch. His lips landed off-center,

rk annoyance crossed his eyes

my cheek. "I just put on that La Mer serum. It

affectionately pinched my nose. "You and your

r to the crystal bar cart. He poured hi

taking a sip. "I need to secure a few more publi

smiled and nodded, but my eyes were diss

iding my gaze. "The submission fees and the... networking required f

do you need?" I asked smoothly. "I'll have my private b

face. He set the glass down and crossed the room, dropping t

my eyes. "Once I get tenure, Harper, we're gett

g eyes. His acting was so flawl

ftly. "I'll always

d up, rolling his shoulders. "I need a s

door clicked shut. Ten seconds later, the he

anished fro

elessly discarded. I slid my hand into the hidden inner breast pocke

sscode. I had spent ten years studying this man's habits

een unl

cept for one number. A contact saved simply as 'D'

cture of the screen. I locked the burner and slipped

red myself a glass of red win

out, a towel wrapped low around his

to him, my eyes utter

rling. I'll get every