Keira’s POV.
I stood still not from fear— he would have found out anyway — but because I was genuinely exhausted. So my face was drawn out in wavy lines of tiredness.
“Good evening, Jasper,” I said.
He nodded from his car and said something to Clinton who climbed down to bring out his wheelchair. When he came down from the car, he came around to face me with a smile on his face. It was the shifty smile of one who was in a position of advantage. Of all things I’d learned about my contract husband, I’d found that he knew when he was winning and loved to maintain the victory. I could already imagine myself either in a prison cell by the hour. He’d been looking for a way to kick me out after all.
“You look pretty exhausted, Keira. I was just saying you looked like you’ve had a long day, j
