Page 31 of His Collateral Wife

"Eden, mon ange..."

Tears burn my eyes at his words.

Oh, if only...

If only I could believe that he'd still think that, once he finds out the truth.

My husband carefully pulls out before turning me around to face him.

"C'était la surprise la plus magnifique," he murmurs. "Should I be worried?"

The question catches me off guard, and I'm paralyzed with fear. Why is he asking that? Has he already figured out---

A smile softens his gorgeous features. "Relax, mon ange. I was only teasing." He hoists me up on his desk. "But...I would like to know what it is I seem to have done to deserve such a gift."

All I can do is stare at him.

Oh, Calixte.

Because he's taken the words right out of my mouth.

Why does he always end up saying the things I'm meant to say?

Can't he see I'm the one who doesn't deserve a gift like him?

"Eden..."

His voice turns sober, and it's déjà vü once more when I only realize I'm crying when he's already started wiping my tears away.

"You're crying again. Pourquoi?" Why?

"Just happy."

And because I know by now he's more than capable of getting the truth out of me if he really thinks I'm hiding something---

I take him by surprise once more, this time by locking my legs around his waist as I clasp my hands behind his neck.

"Encore une fois." One more time. "S'il te plaît." Please.

I don't have to say anything else.

Or ask again.

He doesn't even give me a moment's respite, and the more times I come, the more he seems to want me, and I just wish...

I just wish I could make this last.

But I can't.

Because this is the last night I have with him.

And my heart breaks as I watch the pills in his wine take effect.

Au revoir, mon amour.

Who Are You, Really?

Ipay for my ticket in cash.

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