Chapter 467

467–Washing The Evidence

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467–Washing The Evidence

Kaylee:

I have been restless. Something does not feel right. I have this feeling that Graham was cooking something again.

How can I trust him after so many times he promised he would not go after her? Yet he was found chasing

Madeline.

And now he is clearly working with her. Or maybe it is not even work.

“Kaylee, go to bed,” Lord Eldon urged, watching me pace around the living room. “He will be here soon. You cannot wander around the mansion whenever he goes to work. He is an alpha. You know alphas get busy. There will be days and nights when you will not even hear from him while he is at the border. Then what? Will you not sleep p>

“It is not that,” I grumbled, rubbing my arms. “That time I will know he is at war. Now I know he is with Madeline p>

“Do you not trust your husband at all?” Lord Eldon questioned, giving me a sympathetic look. “He told you he will focus on work. Besides, I do not think Madeline will let him near her. Has she not rejected their advances too many times p>

“You never know when someone changes their stance,” I muttered, resting my hands on my waist. “And I do not trust Madeline. Sometimes I wonder if she secretly gives them wrong signals so they keep chasing her p>

A car pulled up outside, and I knew he had arrived.

“Look, your husband is back home,” Lord Eldon advised as I hurried toward the main gate. “Do not argue with him. He must have had a hard day. Try to be understanding.” he paused, giving me a look of warning.

“Kelly, do not do that,” he called after me. “Go back to your room. He will come to you. Do not worry.” (1)

I dragged my hands down my face, lowered my head, and walked back to my room. But I was going to ask him questions. I was going to make him tell me if Madeline tried to get his attention today.

I heard him come inside and exchange a few words with his father before the bedroom door opened and he strode in. His jaw was tight, and he did not look at me at first.

“Why are you awake again?” he complained, walking toward the bed and bending down to kiss my head.

As he leaned over me, I noticed something on his pants. A stain, right at the crotch.

“What is that?” I demanded, grabbing his shirt when he tried to pull away.

“Kaylee, what is it?” he asked, glancing down at me.

The anxiety in his voice gave away the reason for his delay. He quickly pried my hands off his shirt and straightened it.

“What is that on your pants?” I pressed, pointing at the spot.

He knew what it was. So did I. He would have to think I was an idiot to believe anything else.

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“That is probably icing,” he replied weakly, turning his face away. “We were having donuts p>

He moved toward the bathroom.

“Wait. No. I want to see what that is,” I insisted, hurrying after him.

He stepped inside the bathroom and slammed the door shut.

My body filled with a kind of anxiety I had never felt before.

“Graham, please come outside. I am waiting,” I called from outside, pacing anxiously.

I did not deserve this kind of stress. I was fucking pregnant. I was carrying his heir, and he had not given me a single moment of peace.

Then I grew angry at Madeline. I thought she would resist. She would complain to the council that she did not want to work with my husband. 1

He is a man. Of course he will make mistakes. It was her responsibility to make sure nothing like that happened again and to keep herself safe. 2

After about half an hour, Graham opened the door and stepped out. He had no idea I was waiting for him.

The moment he came outside, I brushed past him. I noticed he had taken a shower, so checking his body for any signs was useless.

I pushed into the bathroom. When I saw his pants soaked and already being washed, my heart dropped.

“What is going on? Why are you acting this way?” Graham protested, peeking into the bathroom to see what I was checking.

He knew exactly what I was looking for.

“You washed the evidence,” I accused.

A harsh look formed on his face.

“What are you suggesting?” he demanded. “That I lied? That I am a disgusting prick who did something and then came home and washed his pants to hide the evidence while his pregnant wife stood here getting impatient? I cannot believe this, Kaylee. I understand I made a mistake before, but you acting this way is not helping.” (1

He hissed the words and shook his head, showing his disappointment.

“But you had a stain on your pants, Graham,” I argued. “I was not going to get fooled p>

I tried to explain why I was so skeptical, but he cut me off with a sharp hand gesture and walked to the bed.

“If you are not going to trust me, then fine,” he muttered. “I will not make you trust me either p>

He lay under the blanket and closed his eyes, leaving me standing between the bathroom and the bed, in tears.

There was something going on. Something was deeply wrong, and I was going to find out.

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