Chapter 22
Fiona POV
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I can’t believe the lengths this piece of scum would go to in order to get the King’s good graces. He’s found a way to worm his way into Nolan’s life without any suspicion, and as I look at the newlyweds, I see Andy has clearly succeeded.
Nolan isn’t suspicious of him at all.
I should tell Nolan, warn him about the kind of person Andy is, but I don’t have any proof. There’s no evidence that this pain Chloe talks about is truly a side effect of the drug I studied years ago.
Would Andy really go that far and risk hurting the Princess?
I’m not sure.
A heavy gaze on me has me turning to look at Nolan, and I bolster my confidence, opening my mouth to say something. However, no words come out. I can’t force them because I know my suspicions are unproven. Andy using drugs to fake their mate bond is just a guess, so I close my mouth.
Nolan’s eyes narrow on me, studying me with a quirked brow. Cringing, I lower my eyes to the table again and sigh. I can’t say anything yet.
“Is there something wrong, Fiona?” Everyone looks at me when Nolan asks this question. Though, his piercing green eyes hold me captive, and I want to tell him everything I’m thinking. Before I can let the words slip out, I remember the distrust he has for
- me.
“N–No. I’m fine,” I mutter, forcing a smile.
Nolan nods then looks at his daughter, “Chloe, may I have a word?”
“Of course.” She looks away from her husband and smiles up at her father, who now stands behind her chair.
The moment the two leave, Andy turns his attention on me. The determined glint in his eyes makes me stiffen, especially when he sits next to me. He’s too close, but when I turn to move, his hand clamps around my wrist, stopping me.
“Coming here must mean you’ve decided to accept my offer of resigning from the company and becoming my mistress,” he says. confidently. I whip around to face him, astounded by his audacity. His wife is right outside the door, and he dares to bring this up.
Disgust fills me, and I yank my arm out of his hold. I didn’t come here to talk to this scum, so in the hardest, most confident voice possible, I grit, “I would rather die.”
The overly confident scoff that falls from his lips has me leaning away. His thoughts are written all over his face, and I realize
Andy thought I would crawl back to him.
“Oh, come now, Fiona,” he sighs, reaching up to touch my cheek. I evade his fingers, but then, he has a solid hold on my chair. I
can’t move away. “Why do you need to be a small–time secretary who accompanies her employer to social events? I know you
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love pharmaceutical research and development. It was all you talked about before you went away.”
“I didn’t just go away, Andy,” I hiss. “I went to prison because of what you did.”
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Like I hadn’t said anything, Andy smiles and leans in. The utter lack of remorse doesn’t surprise me. He’s too focused on himself
that he doesn’t care what I went through in that hellhole.
Anger boils in my gut, rising into my chest. His fingers brush up my arm. The touch sends a wave of nausea through me as he
continues, “As long as you come back to me, I’ll provide you with the best working environment. You can get back to your
research with my support. Besides, you love me, and I still have feelings for you!”
The audacity.
I close my eyes to stop myself from rolling them. Nothing he says will convince me to go back to him. Yes, I would love to go back
to my research, but if the offer comes with strings, I’d rather take my chances elsewhere.
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