Chapter 23: The luncheon
On the way, Bella thanked Theodore.
"For what?" Theodore raised an eyebrow, curious.
"For everything," she replied, her tone laden with gratitude. "For arranging clothes for me and for giving me an opportunity to showcase my designs to Miss Willow." A captivating smile played on her lips, crinkling the corners of her eyes.
Theodore found himself momentarily speechless, captivated by her genuine expression. Clearing his throat, he adjusted his tie. "It’s nothing," he mumbled, attempting nonchalance. "As your husband, it’s what I’m supposed to do."
The warmth in Bella’s eyes vanished like a flame snuffed out. Her smile faltered, replaced by a flicker of confusion and unease. Why did he keep reminding her of their marital status? Didn’t he say this marriage was only on paper?
"Our marriage is temporary, Theodore," she reminded him bluntly, "a contract marriage. I don’t..."
Before she could finish the sentence, Theodore moved in closer with breakneck speed, his hulky form almost pressing against her.
The air whooshed out of Bella’s lungs as she gasped, her eyes widening in shock. Instinctively, her hands shot up, landing on his broad chest in a futile attempt to create some distance.
Theodore dashed that attempt by clasping her hands and pinning them to the back of the seat.
Bella’s heart skipped several beats in a row. She held her breath, frozen. She didn’t dare to blink, fearing he would do something within that fraction of a second.
Theodore’s face was inches from hers, his breath warm against her skin. "Whether it’s contractual or not, we are legally married," he hissed. "And I can enforce my rights as your husband."
She felt a mix of confusion and a strange thrill, uncertain of what to say or do next. The proximity and intensity of the moment left her breathless.