Chapter 230
Chapter 230:
“I should have protected you better,” Dallas said, hanging his head. “From Anson. From the truth. I failed p>
At the bar, Weston and Zane were watching.
“Look at him,” Zane said, shaking his head. “The Wolf of Wall Street, brought to his knees by a girl in a black dress p>
“He’s not brought to his knees,” Weston said, his expression grim. “He’s terrified. He thinks she hates him, and he doesn’t know how to fix it p>
“Anson really did a number on her head,” Zane sighed. “Making her think Dallas is some kind of predator p>
“She’s seeing the truth now.” Weston pointed. “Look p>
Eliza had taken Dallas’s hand. She wasn’t pulling away.
“Let’s go home, Dallas,” Eliza said.
Dallas laughed — a short, bitter sound. “Home? To the guest room? To the silence p>
“To our home,” Eliza said. “We’ll see about the room p>
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She looked up and signaled Weston. “Help me get him to the car p>
Weston and Zane crossed the room quickly. “We’ve got him, Mrs. Koch p>
They hauled Dallas to his feet. He leaned heavily on Weston, his legs unsteady. “She came for me,” he mumbled as they made their way to the exit.
“Yeah, boss,” Weston said, a rare smile crossing his face. “She did p>
Azalea fell into step beside Eliza. “See? He’s just a guy who loves you. A really rich, emotionally constipated guy p>
Eliza nodded. The fear Anson had planted — the image of Dallas as a cold mastermind, calculating and predatory — was fading.
They loaded him into the back of the SUV. Eliza climbed in beside him. Dallas slumped against the seat, his head dropping onto her shoulder. He smelled of whiskey and sandalwood.
Eliza stroked his hair. It was soft.
“I don’t want to be a debt,” she whispered to his sleeping form. “I want to be a wife p>
Dallas shifted in his sleep, his hand moving instinctively to find hers — and holding on tight.
The morning sun filtered into the penthouse kitchen. Eliza was nursing a coffee when Azalea walked in, looking far too cheerful.
“So?” Azalea leaned against the counter. “Did you sneak into the master bedroom p>
Eliza blushed. “No. I put him to bed and slept in my room p>
“Boring,” Azalea rolled her eyes.
“But…” Eliza traced the rim of her mug. “I realized something. I missed him. Even when he was just in the next room.” She paused. “I think I love him, Azalea.” She said it out loud for the first time without fear. “Not because he saved me. But because he sees me p>
Azalea let out a quiet squeal. “Finally! I was about to lock you two in a closet p>
“But I’m still confused,” Eliza frowned. “Anson got in my head. About Dallas’s motives. About the Koch family rejecting me p>
“Ignore Anson. He’s desperate,” Azalea said, waving a hand.
“I need to talk to Dallas. When he’s sober,” Eliza decided.
“I’ll tell Zane to keep Dallas busy at the office. You meet him there for lunch.” Azalea was already plotting. “Wear something that says ‘I’m the CEO’s wife, not a business liability p>
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