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Chapter 2 A BILLIONAIRE'S SUSPICION
ot move for
ing at the glass as though nothing in the room had changed. Isabella watched his thumb move slowly along t
re my wife
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ll marry you f
ll marry me for
part. She had seen men shake with rage. She had never seen one go this still. He slid the paper into the
ne," Isab
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wh
at it. "Cancel my afternoon." The assistant began to answer. He rel
do
ather
the colour
e decision before she did, a
is back to her, one palm against the glass. In the reflection his face was a pale sm
e has rea
on
er? A f
latter than she meant. "I have an aunt
re wa
father's
d he wr
d into the fabric of her
r like a stone he had found in
have a grave
, and for the first time since she had walked in, he looked at her as a person
didn't recognise." He said it to the window. "Nobody told me. I walked into the ha
nothing. Her t
ead, the dog, my grandfather, my father." He exhaled through his nose, a short, d
ria
eyes had gone bright and flat, like glass held to a flam
n, something else stirred, small and shameful. She had come here to watc
me appear in your father
n't k
're l
you I can'
not th
lla said. "I
ir. He didn't touch her. He didn't need to. The cedar and cold air of
me," he sa
loo
s how much and when and whether I'll put it in writing." He leaned down until their eyes were level, one
nder her jaw. She k
o you want,
told
ld me a
that's al
scle flickered along his jaw. "But I want
nd cracked, and she pressed her lips together unt
wh
elieving
e ventilation, the far-off ring of another phone. Then something moved
" Adrian said.
ck, practised motion, as though he did it every time someone entered the room. She had seen the photograph once, long ago. A
rries a letter that points at my mother's death. When I ask where it came from, she looks at me like
thudded in her ears
s. "You've watched the door three times since you sat down. You flinch
ything I haven't
en st
like a coin down a well. Adrian's eyes narrowed, not in anger. In interest. The
ught yo
bod
one
id no
move too honest to be a bluff. "Whatever you want from me," he said, "it's tied to my mother. I'm certain of it.
aught. "Is
iation." He capped the pen. "I'l
he
up his phone, already half dismissing her, alread
furious that her hands would not stop trembling. She had her fingers on the do
en o'clock.
d not tur
Isab
iven name, and it went through her lik
er you sign," he said,
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