Aria’s POV
It’s been a week since that embarrassing moment with the mud. Nothing has changed.
I forced myself to open my mouth again as he brought another bite into my mouth. My hands gripped tightly on my lap as I silently sat on his lap, chewing the food.
I am not a child. I can eat by myself. How badly I wanted to tell him but I stayed silent.
Fear and hesitation gripped me tightly in place.
Why was he doing this? This was just supposed to be a contract marriage, a temporary arrangement.
So why was he treating me like this?
He loved someone, didn’t he? His fiancée, the one he was supposed to marry, the one who should be here. Then why had he touched me, put the physical intimacy condition?
Her heart throbbed painfully at the thought of how many like him rich, emotions, love nev
