9

Daemon’s gallery is teeming with clients who are keen on looking at the precious items on the glass cages that night. An ambassador from Asia is present and is busy discussing with Daemon over a glass of rum on the other side.

Devon is on the far side just observing the place. Her husband talked her over in the dinner saying that she needs to be seen by his side in the events that he is invited. He will slowly reveal their marriage which means her family will know really soon about her being married to an enemy.

“I don’t think you should be spying on your own husband, Devon.”

She almost jumped to her feet when a voice suddenly spoke from her back.

“You scared me,” she said when she saw Henry hovering around her.

“Daemon does not like being watched. If he caught you snooping around him, he might suspect something.”

She returned her eyes on the man who is now talking to his phone, his furrowed brows and annoyed lips made him more fearsome and handsome in her eyes.

“Suspect me? For