“How are you and Uncle? Going strong?" Prix grinned as he inquired from Tasha.
She continued to enjoy her ice cream, taking small bites. Pausing, she looked at Prix. He had brought her to an ice cream parlor not far from Montero’s Group. According to him, he was craving ice cream.
Tasha thought it might just be an excuse. “We're okay,” she replied in a reserved manner.
“I know what the real score is between you and Uncle Carson. You agreed to marry him just to save your father’s company,” Prix said softly, just enough for Tasha to hear.
Once again, Tasha lowered her gaze. "You're right. That's the real reason."
“Why did you agree?”
“What do you want me to do? Watch my father die in depression. I'm not heartless, Prix.”
“Well, you're lucky you can endure Uncle's moods. How's his trea
