Chapter 3

"Kenneth, go at least after breakfast. When Warren was married yesterday, you returned too late and had no time to attend his wedding. Meet your niece later."

Niece? When I thought of that attractive little face, I changed my mind and wanted to decline directly. "OK."

"Then I'll tell someone to prepare what you want right away." He got the answer he wanted, and walked away happily.

Until the room door closed, I went to the balcony door and looked out. The balcony was empty. Seeing that the grass on the first floor lawn had obviously fallen off, I knew in my heart quite clearly.

Oh, escape? Is it working?

Chris's pov

As I smoothly returned to my room, my heart was still thumping and jumping. I had a narrow escape. I quickly picked some clothes out of the closet and went to the bathroom, where I lay down in the bathwater while the tight string in my heart loosened.

Relax, I feel like my whole body is about to fall apart, my whole body is marked by the marks of this man, is he a dog?

From last night until this morning I felt like I was the heroine in a con drama, and the plot is insurmountable bullshit.

I just hope I won’t get involved with this man in the future.

After washing myself, I dressed properly, put on a light makeup, put on a small skirt with a high collar, and cleverly covered my neck so his fucking biting marks would not be discovered, right?

As I stood in front of the mirror in a daze, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. My heart tightened, and now when I hear something, my heart inexplicably beats like crazy. I pulled my collar up over the hickey on my neck, walked to the door, and asked, "Who?"

"It's me." A deep voice sounded outside the door. It was the voice of Warren.

"Come in." I quickly opened the door.

The tone of the newly married couple like us is too strange. Warren is still wearing the groom's costume from last night, except there's a bright red lip print on his pure white shirt collar.

"Wait until I have had a bath, then I'll join you downstairs for breakfast, you should know what to say about last night?" Warren pushed the silver glasses up the bridge of his nose, looked at me and said.

Though a quiet tone, there was a threat in the words.

"I know."

I do not even want to know who he was with last night. After all, our marriage was all business. He and I knew I was just a tool... He paid a lot of money to keep his family's mouth shut.

He does not love me and I do not love him, but I did not expect to get involved with his uncle. It was an accident. Should I tell Warren or not? I am having a hard time, and Kenneth already knows that Warren and I have a fake marriage. What if Warren thinks I told Kenneth on purpose?

I have been thinking more complicated than that and my eyes looking at Warren are getting more guilty.

I had not made up my mind when Warren came out. He looked at me, frowned, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing. Let us go downstairs."

Warren and I walked down the stairs and Warren stopped me just before we reached the first floor.

"What?" I am confused.

He pointed to his arm. "You are my wife."

I had to take a step back and take his arm. I do not care about me and Warren anymore. My heart worries about breakfast, I just worry that the man will be there.

This man seems very busy and has a bad relationship with the Wilson family, so he should not be here.

I take comfort in my heart.

When I arrived at the door of the restaurant, I felt a cold stare hit me. The last person I wanted to meet was sitting at the table. When I looked up, Kenneth and I bumped into each other. He smiled frivolously at me and his eyes were full of thoughtfulness.

My heart was pounding at that moment and I silently turned away from him.

"What's wrong?" Seeming to sense my abnormality, Warren asked.

"Me, I just have a stomachache. Can I skip breakfast?" I did not even dare walk over to him.

Warren looked at me for a few moments. My heart was pounding so hard I thought he'd spotted something. In response, he just said, "No, it's courtesy. Besides, Uncle is here this morning, and he came back late last night, so you did not see him. Grandfather has arranged a special breakfast this morning, our whole family will eat together. My family is nice and friendly, do not be nervous."

Warren thought I was nervous about meeting my elders and reached out to stroke my hair next to my cheek.

I can not avoid him in public, so I just have to let him act. However, I always feel like he's staring at me the whole time, and it's getting colder and my body is unconsciously stiffening.

"Warren really loves his wife. I have not seen her tender side yet." It was Warren's mother who spoke.

Warren's mother also comes from a large family. She is a very nice tour guide and has a warm attitude towards me.

"Mom, do not laugh at me." said Warren.

"Chris, come and sit down. You are starving, are not you?" Warren's mother is very enthusiastic.

I nodded awkwardly and walked towards the table. With every inch I get closer to the dining table, my heart gets nervous and the coldness of this person becomes more and more apparent.

Just a short distance, and it feels like I have been walking for an entire century.

With a glance at the table, I let go of Warren's hand and head for my seat.

There were only two seats left with Kenneth. I planned to bypass Kenneth and sit in the backmost seat. As I was about to turn around, my feet slipped and I fell to the ground.

I thought I was going to embarrass myself in public, but I had not counted on my body being pulled back by a large palm. After feeling dizzy, I collapsed into a man's arms and sat on his lap.

Kenneth put his hand on my waist and whispered in my ear, "Are you in such a hurry to throw yourself down at me?"

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