HIS DEATH 10

Chapter 10 

I decided to postpone olir honeymoon for three days. 

Not for anything dramatic–just to watch Adrian and Lillian’s “big show.” 

Simple curiosity. 

But barely ten minutes after I said that, Blake’s face already turned sour. 

The hand that had been holding mine? 

Loosened. 

He now stood exactly one meter away from me, like we were at some awkward cocktail party. 

“Well,” he said, oh–so–casually, “Miss Langford certainly has time to kill. 

Planning to crash the engagement and steal the groom?” 

His tone was calm, but his eyes could’ve pickled a cucumber. 

I burst out laughing. “What kind of soap opera is playing in that head of yours?I’m not crashing anything. I just want to see how far they really get.” 

He gave me a slow once–over.Then, without warning, he stepped in, fingers catching my earlobe–not hard,just possessive enough to make my heart skip. 

“You’d better remember,” he murmured, voice husky, “You’re the one who picked me as your husband.If you ever say you regret it…I won’t be the ‘gracious ex‘ type.” 

“You really-“I started to snap,but he cut me off with a quiet chuckle. 

“Get used to it, Mrs. Hawthorne.“He enunciated each word like a tease. “You’ll warm up to it.Mrs. Hawthorne… Mrs. Hawthorne… Mrs-” 

“Shut up,” I slapped his arm, cheeks blazing. 

Typical Blake. 

Shameless, smug- 

and annoyingly good–looking. 

He leaned closer, and I could smell that cedarwood cologne he always wore. 

Low and warm, he whispered against my ear,“You do realize we haven’t… consummated anything yet?” 

I knew exactly what he meant. 

The wedding ceremony had been all show- 

no wine toasts, no real party, and no real wedding night. 

We’d slipped out before the reception even started. 

“What are you talking about…” I mumbled, barely louder than a breath. 

He didn’t wait for my answer. 

He grinned, bent down, and swept me up into his 

s arms 

“Blake Hawthorne! Put me down!” I shrieked, squirming. 

“Stop it,” he said smugly. “No one’s watching.” 

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Chapter 10 

Thankfully, this was a private extate a wedding gift from my father No staff had moved in yet. 

He carried me through the hall, into our bedroom Kicked the door shuts Drew the curtains, 

The room flickered with soft candlelight. 

Velvet sheets, warm amber glow… the atmosphere? Perfect. 

He laid me down gently. One arm wrapped around my waist, the other braced beside me, 

And the way he looked at me- 

like I was glowing from the inside out. 

“Evelyn,” he said, low and slow. 

My name had never sounded so intoxicating. 

Then he kissed me. 

I didn’t resist. 

Everything happened that night- 

until dawn, when the light finally broke over the horizon. 

I lay in his arms, my whole body languid and flushed. 

He looked smug, satisfied–like a man who’d just won every 

bet 

he ever made. 

“You… you…” I muttered, searching for a curse, and failing. 

He laughed like a cocky schoolboy who’d just broken the rules and gotten 

away 

with 

Then nuzzled into my neck like a big, overgrown dog. 

“You’re my wife now, Evelyn.” 

His voice was warm, rough, and unmistakably proud. 

My heartbeat stuttered. 

Maybe it was the way he said it. 

Maybe it was just that the word “wife” had never sounded so… right. 

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