JARED'S POV "I'm not." The word wouldn't stop ringing in my head even as he drove me down to my school. I couldn't decide if I was disappointed or not, but one thing was certain, I wasn't exactly happy. When I asked that question, even though a part of me kept telling me Sterly wouldn't enter the kitchen to cook for us, I still had a tiny hope that he had done... that made me silly, I knew. However, since I met Sterly, my stupidity had elevated to a point of no return. Probably because I was still hurt?I couldn't say. "We are here." Sterly's deep yet attractive voice rang. I turned my head to him and our eyes met but I quickly looked away. "Okay." I mumbled. "Thank you." I added and pushed the door open. Getting out of the way, I bent over and flashed a smile. Yes, Sterly was my sponsor, not my lover. He was nothing but a fake husband whom I would only be with for a few days, months, or even a year at most. I must always remind myself this and stop expecting too much from
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