Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!
I went up to the penthouse, thinking absently that the man clearly had a type when it came to real estate.
Roy was waiting for me when the lift doors opened, his smile warm and genuine. ‘How’re you holding up, Hyacinth?’
‘I’m fine,’ I said, which was mostly true. The bruises Vanessa had left were now a faint, yellowish shadow, and I’d caked on enough foundation and concealer to build a small fort. I held up the bags in my hands.
Roy’s eyes crinkled. ‘You didn’t have to bring anything.’
‘It’s just some fresh fruit and a hamper of organic superfoods,’ I said. ‘Kale chips, turmeric root, that sort of thing. You know, fuel for the famously disciplined constitution.’
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