Chapter 593
He frowned. “What are you talking about? What’s wrong?”
I touched his freshly shaven cheek, then, as petty revenge, pinched it.
He winced but didn’t pull away.
“Why do you attract women like moths to a flame?” I sighed. “Rowan Hale, Lea, and now Genevieve. When will they stop drooling over you and realize you’re taken?”
He caught on immediately. “What has she done?”
“Disclaimer first—I have no evidence.”
“Just tell me.”
“I keep my distance from other men because I’m married to you. But will you do the same and refuse every woman who throws herself at you? Because the thought of you with Genevieve earlier still stings.”
“Of course.”
“Remember that.”
My phone pinged.
I checked the message, then made sure the front door wasn’t fully shut but left ajar. “Come with me.”
I led Ashton into the bathroom. He followed with questions in his eyes.
“Just wait a couple of minutes. You’ll see.”
He stayed silent, watching.
Soon, the front door swung open. Rhys walked in with a spring in his step.
“Mira! I knew it. I knew you only married Ashton to get back at me. I’ll never hold it against you. As long as you’re willing to leave him and come back to me, I’ll love you like before. It’s not serious with Serenna. I feel nothing for her. She’s the one chasing me.” His voice was breathless with excitement.
He checked the bedroom first, then came toward the bathroom and knocked softly. “Mira, are you in there?”
Ashton looked at me.
“Just wait,” I whispered.
The front door banged open again, much louder this time.
“Oh my God, there really is a man in here.”
“And it’s not Ashton.”
“I’m sure I just saw Ashton’s date go into this suite.”
“Where is she then? Shameless. She must be hiding from us.”
“Mirabelle, you’re my cousin!” Serenna cried, her voice breaking with well-rehearsed tears. “You broke up with Rhys first. How could you try to seduce him?”
“Serenna, what are you doing here?” Rhys’s tone was tight with annoyance.
“What am I doing here? If I hadn’t come, you two would already be rolling around in bed.”
“Stop talking nonsense,” Rhys snapped.
“Mirabelle, come out! Hiding in there won’t solve anything. Get out here and explain yourself!” Serenna hammered on the bathroom door.
I stayed quiet. There was still one more actor who hadn’t taken the stage.
“Come out! Or are you too ashamed?” Serenna’s voice climbed to a shrill pitch.
Ashton nudged me.
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