Bound to the Billionaire
she muttered to herself, but her chest still hurt.
She wasn’t supposed to feel like this. Not in a marriage that was supposed to be just paperwork and signatures. Not when they had rules, boundaries, and zero romance.
But the image wouldn’t leave her head.
Celine hugging him.
Adrian not pushing her away.
Her hand gripped the brush again, a little tighter this time. She dragged it through her hair like she could brush the thought out of her mind.
Then came the sound of the door, a soft click, followed by slow footsteps.