Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
"Everything alright?"
Guy joined his wife in their cozy dining table by the window as he handed Jillian her coffee.
"Thank you," Jillian said rather shyly. It was just still so...surreal to wake up and see Guy next to her in bed, knowing that he was her husband, and the kind that made coffee, too!
She took a sip, and of course it was delicious. There was nothing her husband did that wasn't perfect.
Guy meanwhile had caught sight of the opened text on his wife's phone, and his gaze narrowed. "Is some other man texting you?"
"It's Pliny, the lovely old man from dinner last evening."
Lovely?
His wife thought another man was lovely?
Jilly couldn't help but laugh at the way her husband's gorgeous features had darkened. "Guy! The man is in his sixties!"
"So is Tom Cruise," he shot back, "and that hasn't stopped other women from falling for him."
"Well, of course! He's Tom Cruise! He's like perfect and ageless, and he's at that stage in his life where you know you can talk to him about anything and—"
Oops.
Jilly realized she had only made things so much worse when she saw the way her husband had gotten perfectly still.
"Please don't hold back on my account," Guy drawled. "It's completely fine that you find every man but your husband lovely—"
Jilly couldn't help wincing at the softness of his voice.
"And naturally, it's because they're at that stage of their lives that I haven't yet reached—"
Oh, Guy.
A grunt slipped past his lips as his wife suddenly launched herself into his lap.
"How can you be so ridiculously cute?"
"Say that again," he threatened, "and you'll see just how cute I can be."
"I'm sorry." And she was, truly, but...
It was just so, so cute, you know?
All this time she had been worried about being five years older than Guy while he was apparently just as worried about being five years younger. Like, how—
"Wouch!"
Guy was suddenly pinching her cheeks.
"I can practically hear you calling me cute in your mind, sweetheart."
Uh oh.
"And I warned you, didn't I?"
She tried to escape, but Guy already had her where he wanted her—
"Which reminds me..."
Jilly found herself flat on her back on the dining table in a blink.
Oh no.
"I haven't had breakfast yet..."
Chapter Twelve
Jilly: Could you check on Jack for me?
Star: Sure. Is everything okay?
Jilly: Just worried about him.
HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?
Jilly stood in front of the full-length mirror, her inner fangirl absolutely dying because there was still a part of her that just couldn't believe—
How, really?
How was it possible that she was dressed in Guy's shirt?
Guy as in...her Guy.
As in the Guy...
Who was, by the grace of God alone, her husband.
Husband!
The thought had her jumping up and down with internal squeals...
“Is this a private celebration or can I join in?”
Jilly's heart skipped a beat (or two) as his reflection popped up, with her husband of seven days leaning against the doorway of their en-suite, and looking breathtakingly handsome and perfectly immaculate in his white V-necked shirt and slacks.
She could only smile sheepishly, and his own lips curved.
“Am I allowed to ask what you’re celebrating?”
“Just happy to be your wife.”
Guy glared at her, but this only had Jilly laughing. It was quite easy to see through her husband now, and just as expected—
"Didn't I tell you to stop being this sweet?"
Classic Guy, with his snarling tone at complete odds with his adoring words.
Today was their last day in Foxtown, and their one-week secret honeymoon was nothing short of magical. They had spent every moment together, exploring the park, having sex, talking until the wee hours of the morning, and then having more sex.
A smile touched her lips as she remembered the afternoon they had spent in one of Foxtown’s private libraries, where Guy had surprised her by settling at the grand piano in the corner and filling the book-scented air while he started playing classics from Beethoven to Mozart. They had spent an hour in that library, with Guy playing the piano while she curled up in an oversized armchair reading all about the biggest financial scams in the 19th century.
Guy crooked a finger for his wife to come close, and his heart pounded against his chest at the way his irresistible little wife obeyed him without hesitation.
This was one of the many new things about Jillian that he had not expected, likely due to what he had witnessed in his own parents’ marriage, with every day a battle of wills caused by vengeful pride and bottled-up resentment.
A part of him had already been prepared for the same thing to happen, but instead it was the opposite. Each day drew them closer to one another, both of them learning more about each other, and the more he knew of her, dammit...
The more he was obsessed.
And the more grimly convinced that there was no way in hell he would let her go, even if the day would come that she would tearfully tell him she had made a mistake.