The Unwanted Healer's Thirty-Day Fake Marriage

lammed the heavy oak door shut behind him.

o the window, shoving one hand into his poc

over her chest, her posture defensive, her eyes trac

ed into his custom-tailored jacket and pulled out

ripped the check out and tossed it into the air. It fluttered do

ripping with venom. "Take it, and disappear from

didn't look down at the paper

h. "Is the life of the great Domi

His paranoia flared into a raging fire

owering frame cast a dark shadow over her. The sheer physical intimida

hers. "You think you can use a cheap parlor trick on a train to mar

tional eyes. A pulse of anger beat in

, gasping for air under the oxygen mask. Inge

Inger wouldn't dare touch Almon's medical fundin

anger vanished, replaced

ue mahogany desk in the corner. She grab

id, the pen scratching rapidly across the paper. "But we both have a p

arrowing into suspicious s

ing up. "We fake an engagement for one month. A

e one: Zero interference in each other's private lives.

h. "No physical contact? Don't flatte

rty days, the Church Group will provide a medical sponsorship to the Bowers famil

polished wood toward him. She looked up, her eyes completely devoi

s bleeding him for cash. But thirty days of peace to appease his grandmother's failing h

the desk and slashed his signature across the bottom

h quick, precise movements. She folded her c

c warned, his voice a low, dangerous ru

k of exhaustion crossing her face. "I

rous shade of red. The vein i

between them thick with mutual ha

turned, grabbed the brass doorkno