Page 43 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

Zahir cups my face. "You don't have anything to worry about,habibti."

"I'm not worried."

Because it's true.

What I am, however, is guilty of unreasonable jealousy, and when I think about the possibility of Zahir having to play another woman's lover yet again—-

"I take it back," I hear myself.

Because it turns out he's right after all.

"Iamworried."

"And that is why I'm telling you there's no reason for you to feel that way."

I think I need a little help, God.

How do I tell Zahir that it's not his life I'm worried about but the prospect of another woman stealing him away from me?

I have full confidence in his ability to protect himself, but just remembering the sight of Zahir's arm around someone else's waist is enough to make me feel like puking.

There's no way—-

"Prince Khal considers all marriage vows sacred. The only reason I was assigned to handle the Black Dove was because I had not met you then."

Oh, thank God.

"Do you have any more questions?"

"I do, actually."

"What is it?"

"Were you telling me the truth when you said we're already married—-"

"Yes."

A smile breaks over my lips, and he stares at me as if I'm the sun, moon, and stars in his world.

"Oh, Zahir."

It seems so impossible for a man like him to fall for me, but since I haven't had breakfast yet—-

"Will you please make me your wife?"

Five more to go then,and oh!

A helpless laugh escapes me as he springs into action at my words, and the people around us actually cheer as they watch Zahir toss me over his shoulder like I'm a sack of goods to be delivered,a.s.a.p.

His driver is quick to open the backseat door when he sees us coming, and I don't even have time to blush as Zahir wastes no time in getting me inside.

He's already pulled me into his lap before the door slams close, and I cup his face and look into his eyes so that he knows how serious I am.

"Don't make me wait."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes—-"

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