What a stubborn girl, Theodore thought as a mental image of Clarice popped into his head—head lowered, quiet as a mouse. They barely talked to each other, and when they did, it was usually in bed.
She was so obedient that sometimes he forgot she was even around.
Deep down, Theodore was pretty old-school. He hated that his grandfather had arranged the marriage for him. So when Charles sent his daughter to his room, his first instinct was to send her right back. But that night he was drinking, and when he saw Clarice... he ended up sleeping with her, almost like something just took over. And once he'd done that, she was his. Getting officially married was just a matter of time.
"Look into someone for me," he said as the car started moving.
His assistant turned to glance at him.
