"Uh...argh!"

I went back to my room, sat on the bed heaving a deep breath.

What was I expecting? Besides, a handsome man like Cullian had the right to have as many mistresses as he wanted.

But why did I seem to care? Why could I feel such jealousy burning inside of me? I seemed to be forgetting I was only here for a contract marriage, and in three years time we would be out of each other's lives. I was only doing this for the money, right?

“Stop worrying Darlene, it's only for the money,” I whispered, convincing myself.

“Here is your cup of milk, I hope you won't change your mind again,” I turned to glance at Cullian as he made his way into the room, he was holding a tray, and on top was a cup of milk and a plate of cookies.

“How did he know I was also craving cookies?“

I tried to force a smile but I think he had noticed my mood, Or rather it was me who couldn't hide my feelings.

“Is everything alright?” he asked, placing the trey on the bed.

“Why are you pretending to care Cullian? after all I'm