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“Okay.” Callahan nodded at her, but there was an air of sarcasm in the way he mentioned it—unconvincing and suspicious.

Celine went into her walk-in closet, and she glanced back at Callahan, who stared at his laptop heavily as if there was something on his mind.

Celine took her eyes off him and knitted her brows as well. Though she knew that she wasn’t doing anything wrong behind her husband’s back, despite just being married to him in papers, Callahan reacted like he caught her lying and doing infidelity.

Is he jealous? But that’s impossible. Why would he get jealous?

What happened in Paris suddenly flashed through her mind. Months had passed, and yet she could still not get over it. Though she was just trying to erase it from her mind, acting like she was drunk and couldn’t remember a thing, she was shamelessly hoping sometimes that it would happen again.

However, when their next success hit, instead of traveling, Callahan bought a house for the both of them aside from their own apa