Chapter Eighty

Rosalind

Philip was hesitant about our plan. His words, she was a selfish and angry woman made Chris even more determined to meet her and I rolled my eyes at his attitude.

“She can’t resist my charms. I’ll get that pent up anger out of her in just one night.”

Philip shook his head as he got ready for the trip while I sighed.

“No touching her, Chris. She’s not to be played with. We want to beg her for her help, remember?”

He smirked, “nothing says you can’t do both.”

The doctors finished healing Philip, and he got up, his color better than it was yesterday evening when he was just fresh out of prison.

“Trust me, Chris. Not even your boyish charm and handsomeness can make her change her mind.” His eyes flashed with pain and I rose my eyes at that.

Chris seemed to notice the same sign I noticed and snorted. “Don’t worry lover boy. I have what you don’t have. I,” he pointed to himself. “Have never gotten turned down, and I don’t give up either.”

I rolled my eyes and Ph