Chapter 486
Chapter 486:
When he finally came, I swear I blacked out for a second. The world blinked out, and stars flickered behind my eyes.
“I love you, Mira,” Ashton whispered into my ear.
Did I say it back? I was too far gone to remember.
“What are you doing today?” I asked over breakfast. “Playing tourist p>
“I’m meeting some people later,” Ashton replied.
“I didn’t know you knew anyone in Paris p>
Ashton looked over. “Aren’t you curious who I’m meeting p>
I guessed, “Business contacts p>
“Sort of p>
“Thought so p>
“That’s it p>
“Hmm?” I glanced up from my tablet, skimming through coverage of the latest jewelry show.
“What if I just lied?” His tone was mild, but something was brewing in his eyes.
Not quite anger, but definitely not nothing.
“Why would you lie p>
“What if I was going to meet a woman? Remember Rowan Hale p>
“You’re meeting Rowan Hale?” My eyebrows shot up. “Didn’t know she was in Paris p>
“I’m not. Just using her as an example. She made up that story about us dating, remember? I showed up to a business dinner and she happened to be there. Stories like that aren’t rare. Aren’t you even a little worried I’ll be seduced by someone else p>
I smiled. “You’ve just explained why I’m NOT worried. You told me about Rowan the minute it happened. I was right there when she called you at night. You even put her on speaker.” I leaned in and kissed his cheek. “I trust you.” The same way Ashton trusted me when it came to Daniel Williams.
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My mother, Caroline, had always been the jealous type. She’d kick off if she found a single long hair on Franklin’s suit or caught a whiff of unfamiliar perfume.
Not that it excused Franklin’s absentee parenting, but I could understand why he avoided home.
I promised myself I wouldn’t turn into her.
Ashton was unusually quiet on the drive to work.
He was never exactly chatty, but ever since we got engaged, he’d become clingier—longer calls, more texts, dropping by unexpectedly. And now it was like he’d snapped back to his old, unreadable self.
I nudged his arm. “What’s going on p>
“Nothing,” he said, his eyes on the road—even though the only interesting thing outside was a half-covered sinkhole.
“You seem… off p>
“Yeah. Since breakfast p>
“Is something bothering you p>
“No p>
“Trouble at work? I heard you talking to your VP earlier. Everything all right at Skyline p>