Heir Of Deception のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 33

I did not sleep. I couldn’t. That was the first problem with choosing with my head: it kept me up all night arguing with my heart, and my heart, unlike my head, had no concept of closing arguments.By six, I’d given up on the ceiling. By seven, I was dressed in a charcoal pantsuit sharp enough to double as armor and slipping out of the house before anyone else was awake. On the way past the dining room, I caught sight of a sticky note on the table, stuck to Micah’s half-finished mug in his truly terrible handwriting.Pasta tonight? I’m cooking. Don’t say no.I ate that note’s worth of guilt for breakfast.Stella met me at the elevator with a coffee in each hand, took a glance at me, and shook her head.“You look like you lost an argument with a pillow.”“The pillow cheated.” I took the coffee gratefully. “Anything from Asher?”“He texted at four a.m. Quote, still digging, tell her to drink water. Unquote.” She handed me my tablet. “I believe that’s his version of a hug.”“It’s better

“Look, if you don’t want to go, we can make an appearance and leave early. Or we can skip the whole thing.”I was taken aback. “You’d do that?”“Of course.”“But it’s your family’s event.”“And you’re my wife.”The ache returned, sharper this time.I wanted to tell him that he made this marriage easier than it had any right to be. That his thoughtfulness sometimes frightened me more than Lucien’s intensity because I could imagine getting used to it.I wanted to tell him that I was sorry. Instead, I reached across the island and stole a piece of chicken from his plate.He stared at me.“Seriously?”“Marriage is about sharing.”“That’s not what you said when I asked for a bite of your dessert last week.”“I was protecting you from unnecessary sugar.”“You ate the entire thing!”“And look how healthy you are.”He shook his head, grinning.For the rest of dinner, we argued about terrible films, embarrassing childhood stories, and whether pineapple belonged on pizza. Micah confessed that h